❛ every time i look at you butterflies invade my stomach. you are perfect and i love you. ❜ Caleb to Babs
Babs’ default state was to keep her hands balled into fists, just in case she had to fight somebody. But just for Caleb, she relaxed them.
She raised herself up near tiptoe and peered into his eyes. “Who are you?” she asked. “Where did you come from?” She honestly, sincerely, just wanted to know. “And why did you pick me out of all the bajillion skinny girls at this school who are begging for your home address?”
To be honest, she had come to a place in life where she liked her figure...but she knew that not a lot of other people did. In a way, she was both testing him and flirting. She wanted to know what made Caleb tick.
And a small, curious part of her wanted to know if he would be amenable to bringing her a warm breakfast in bed and cuddling up to her by the sight of the sunrise.
