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Author's Note: This is the first time I am trying to get into Caleb's head and figure out what he thinks. I haven't read his Catch-22 card, as I want to wait for the rerun, so this is purely from online posts I saw of him on Threads and social media in general. Glimpses of his card. But I do love Stalkleb aka Perses, so I hope I do him justice in the upcoming parts! Until then, do enjoy!
Caleb/Perses POV
The room was already lit by all the screens I had installed as I walked in. All of them showed different parts of her apartment, her work office, and her current location through her phone.
And right now, she was on her work computer typing. I didn’t install the software that would show me what she was typing on her devices. I wanted to give her some privacy. I had to.
But I knew her every location, her every routine. I knew her well.
Suddenly, she stopped typing and picked up her phone. The image of one of my monitors moved, and a funny angle of my Pipsqueak’s face was in front of it.
I smiled at her goofiness towards me.
Who are you texting, Pipsqueak?
My fingers drummed against my desk as I saw her typing on her keyboard.
But I didn’t have to wait long as the sound of a ding rang on my phone and her name popped up.
“There’s my Pipsqueak.”
MC: Perses, I’m hungry. Do you want to go out to dinner after we clock out?
Me: Of course, Pipsqueak. What are you in the mood for? I’ll come pick you up at work.
MC: Hotpot sounds really good right now. Also, I’ll need to get to my place to change. My work clothes are overbearing, right now :P
Me: Your wish is my command. I’ll come by your place then!
Little did she know that I had returned to Linkon a couple of days ago. But I just wanted to watch her for a while, see what she does in her free time. See if she ever thinks of me.
I was glancing at my screen while texting, and a smile was on her face. A goofy one. And I was the one who put it on there. It filled my insides with pride.
And I knew that I would be the only man in her life who would make her smile that way. Because who else knew her better than me? Who else took care of her better than me?
Who would love her more than I did?
I knew the answer to that. No one. No one would understand how deep my love runs for her. And I was planning to show it to her. One way or another.
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MC’s POV
I finally arrived home. My boots were left beside the door, and as I entered my room, I started removing every single piece of clothing off of me, until I was completely naked and lay on my bed.
My mind immediately went to Perses. His handsome, boyish face, his warm embrace when we hug when I see him.
But I knew I’ve always wanted more. I’ve wanted more than his embraces and his innocent touches to ruffle my hair or clean something off my face. I’ve wanted his hands caressing me on all the places on my body that a childhood friend shouldn’t touch.
My hands moved to cup my breasts, imagining his hands massaging them in the most tender way, playing with my nipples until they hardened and then making them wet with his tongue.
When my back arched at those simple touches, my legs opened, cold air touching my wet core. My hand slid further down where my clit was already covered in my essence. A simple touch already had a gasp escape from me.
I wanted to say his name out loud as I started circling my clit with thoughts of him. Thoughts of his tongue licking me instead of my fingers, thoughts of his cock sliding inside of me, my pussy welcoming his warmth.
I looked up at the ceiling, imagining that he was on top of me, pinning my hands on either side of my head and just fucking me mercilessly. As if I were the only air he needed to breathe to satiate him.
I wanted to moan his name. I wanted to make those thoughts present outside of my head. When I came, and electricity rushed through my body by the thoughts of him, I wanted to say it, but I put a hand over my mouth to prevent myself from doing so. But as I came down from the high, and my mind was sane again, I knew I couldn’t.
He was my childhood friend. My best friend in the entire world. But couldn’t he see the woman I’ve become? The woman he raised me to be?
Because as I was getting ready to go to dinner with him, I could see the man he has become. The fighter pilot that everybody loves, with a face and a body that every girl fawns over.
And as I opened the door to the tiny room in my apartment that I had Perses help me convert into a tiny walk-in closet, I could see him getting ready through a set of screens I had hidden behind the walls.
His bedroom was tidy and meticulously organised, with his set of model planes displayed on a shelf nearby. But what made my heart flutter was that he kept the model plane I had gifted him once on his birthday at his nightstand, along with a picture of us.
But I never deluded myself into thinking we could be anything more than childhood friends.
And that’s what I kept reminding myself when he came to pick me up for dinner and embrace me like a best friend would.
To be continued…