Caelan POV:
I wake already hard.
Not from a dream I can follow, but from the simple, unavoidable fact of her still threaded through my thoughts before I’m fully conscious. The memory of her warmth, her steady gaze, the way she stood in front of me without hesitation replays in fragments, and my body answers with blunt, unfiltered honesty.
For a moment I lie still in the pre-dawn dark, staring at the ceiling while the heat settles low and steady, not frantic, not out of control, just there, grounded and undeniable.
I drag a hand down my abdomen and palm myself once through my boxers, slowly and deliberately, not seeking relief but acknowledging what’s already obvious. Wanting her isn’t a passing urge, it’s settled deeper than that.
I push upright, forearms braced on my thighs, head bow
