Girlfriend MC teases Boyfriend Caleb with loyalty test.
Caleb had been in the shower for ages after cleaning the kitchen and heading upstairs. You don't realize how long it's been because you're on your phone watching relationship self-help videos. You never really followed half the information most "professional influencers" posted about relationships, but whenever you found something interesting you wanted to try or wanted to know your boyfriend's opinion on, you would send it to him. As the video blasted about a woman explaining the signs of a man cheating, Caleb steps out the bathroom in an ash-grey tee and a pair of sweatpants, dabbing his forehead with the towel around his shoulders as his dark brown hair drips from his shower.
"What's all that noise you're listenin' to?" he asks, briefly tilting his head to remove water from his ear.
You turn over on the bed to face him, sitting straight up and sliding off, jumping to your feet. "It's time for another couples test!" you suddenly spring on him, holding up a finger.
"Oh? Alright, then. Wish I had time to study, though," Caleb agrees, chuckling. He's used to your antics and trends you like to follow. Even if he doesn't always understand it, he always plays along.
"Test number 1: let me see your phone," you shout with a smirk.
Caleb shakes his head, pointing to the phone in your hand. "You already have it, pipsqueak."
"Hm?" You check the phone case and realize you do have Caleb's phone. Yours has a green apple case and his is red. "Oh, uh, well..."
He can't help but laugh as you seem bewildered. "Looks like we'll have to find yours again tomorrow. You probably left it in the kitchen."
"Never mind that," you grudgingly pout, knowing he's probably right. "Test number 2: where's your dog tags? You know, the ones I gave you that you said you'd NEVER take off? If you weren't a cheater, you wouldn't take off your things I give you," you playfully accuse.
This was the wrong question to ask Caleb. And because you gave an inch, he will now take a mile.
"Where's my dog tags? Easy. They're right here," he says before suddenly reaching for his shirt and pulling it over his head in one fluid motion.
When his shirt comes off, the glimmering steel of his tags resting against his pecs hits the light and the wind is knocked out of your lungs. You can't help but stare, noticing how smooth and glossy his skin is from the lotion he used after his shower. Your eyes trace his body, starting from his broad shoulders and stopping just at below the dip in his abs. Your face turns deep red and your eyes glaze as Caleb closes in, your eyes now level with his huge chest.
Caleb chuckles again, taking his thumb and wiping under your nose. "Don't get a nosebleed, pipsqueak. Now, do you wanna move on to the third test, or should we consider my test passed?"
Hey, pipsqueak. Why the long face? Had a rough day? Me too. Come here. I know just the thing to fix it. Sit here. I've got cookies and a warm blanket. Now tell gege what's bothering you. I'm all ears.
