Laura
I've searched for my phone for an entire hour. I'm tired and march into the kitchen with bitterness blossoming within me.
"Good evening," Caleb is sitting on a chair, wearing a grey hoodie and a pair of shorts. His hair is newly showered, and I can't help but inhale the scent wafting around him.
He smells delicious, masculine, and fresh. I can't describe the smell as anything else other than addicting. I have no clue what it is, but I would love to press my nose into his chest and inhale deeply.
But of course, I won't do that.
"Evening..." I mutter.
Caleb hands me a glittering, fake innocent smile. "Are you perhaps searching for something?"
"I knew it!" I exclaim, pointing at him. "You took it, didn't you?!"
He tilts his head. "What are you talking about?"
"My phone!" I s
