After chasing my younger boyfriend for three months, I finally got him. Naturally, I couldn't wait to devour him completely. After booking the hotel and arranging everything, I had an awakening. My hands were still pressed against his abs, but I froze before I could take the next step. My boyfriend looked at me with restraint, whispering, "Chloe." I smirked and continued what I was doing. So what if he's the male lead? He's my boyfriend now. 1 After booking the hotel and arranging everything, I was in a great mood. You have to understand, this was the first time I'd ever chased anyone. It took me a full three months before Caleb finally agreed to date me. But I had to admit, he wasn't just my type physically; I loved his personality too. Otherwise, I wouldn't have spent so much time wearing him down. Caleb was cold on the outside, but the moment you teased him, he got shy. His face would remain calm, but his ears would betray him, turning bright red. In the three months I spent chasing him, I got to know him very well. After picking Caleb up, we went to a restaurant for dinner. On the way, I couldn't keep my hands off him. His eyes were full of indulgence, but the tips of his ears were burning. I chuckled in his ear. "Still so shy? What are you going to do later?" He turned his head slightly to look at me, and his ears turned completely red. "Alright, I'll stop teasing you. Let's get out." After getting out of the car, he subconsciously took my hand, interlacing our fingers. "Boyfriend, make sure you eat well tonight." Caleb's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he squeezed my hand tighter. I chose the restaurant, of course. I casually checked a few items on the menu, ordering things both he and I liked. Then I handed it to him. "See if there's anything else you like." As he looked at the menu, my gaze focused on his hands. His fingers were long and distinct, looking exceptionally beautiful under the lights. After dinner, I deliberately strolled around the mall with Caleb for a while before driving him to the hotel. When we got out of the car, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. Entering the hotel room and seeing the setup, I couldn't resist turning back to tease Caleb. "I'm going to shower first. Boyfriend, want to join me?" But I accidentally stepped on his foot. Before I could back away, he wrapped an arm around my waist, and I fell into his embrace. I blinked and tugged at his collar, revealing a bit of his collarbone. I leaned in and touched it. His voice was a bit hoarse. "Chloe..." "Shh, let me see." As I spoke, my other hand slipped around his waist. Feeling his abs, the corners of my mouth lifted, and I even gave them a pinch. His breathing instantly grew heavy. Before I could react, he kissed me with burning intensity. In that instant, I felt a little dizzy. After a long while, he leaned on my shoulder, whispering my name over and over, his deep, magnetic voice filling my ears. Feeling my ears heat up, I couldn't help but push him away. "I... I'm going to shower first." I fled the scene. So I didn't see him deliberately tug at his collar, a low laugh rumbling in his throat, his gaze fixed on my back with determined possession. After showering, my head felt increasingly heavy. I shook it off and walked out. Caleb dried my hair, kissed the top of my head, and went into the bathroom. My best friend sent a message: [So, did you get him?] I sent back an emoji and a snort, then turned off my phone. 2 When Caleb came out after washing up, his gaze fell directly on me. He strode to the bed, and I got up to push him down, but my smile froze on my face the next second. My hands were still pressed against his abs, but I stopped before I could make the next move. I had awakened. Awakened right as I was about to devour my boyfriend. Caleb was the male lead in a book, and I was just a cannon fodder side character. I deliberately pulled open his bathrobe and gently bit his collarbone. Caleb looked at me with restraint, whispering, "Chloe." "Do you like me? Caleb." He looked at me with intense seriousness. "I like you. I like you, Chloe. Very much." I smirked and continued what I was doing. So what if he's the male lead? He's my boyfriend now, not the heroine's. But I didn't expect this seemingly cold and ascetic man to be insatiable once he tasted sweetness. I almost died. When I woke up the next day, an arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me. Lying in his arms, I couldn't help but count his eyelashes. Speaking of which, Caleb's eyelashes were so long. Before I could touch them, his lashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes. Meeting my gaze before I could look away, he suddenly buried his face in my shoulder and nuzzled. His voice was still a bit raspy. "Good morning, Chloe." I sneered. "Good morning? Why didn't you think about 'good morning' when you were tossing me around last night?" His breath tickled my ear. "Chloe, don't be mad. I just like you too much. I'll be good." Thinking about him being the male lead, I deliberately said, "Remember that. If you're not good one day, I won't want you anymore." His voice lowered, coaxing me with infinite tenderness. "I won't, Chloe. I'll always be by your side. Don't be mad, okay?" I said earnestly, "Then remember what you said today." He kissed my forehead. "I'll remember it every moment." 3 Maybe because we had crossed that line, Caleb became extremely clingy these past few days. It was uncharacteristic of him. My best friend, Sarah, laughed. "Of course. You're in the honeymoon phase. It's normal. Though I didn't expect you to stay home for three days before coming out." I glanced at Sarah, and she burst out laughing. "Don't look at me like that. Am I wrong?" "But honestly, you have good taste. The guy you picked at first sight is great in every aspect, and he's clingy. Isn't that good?" I leaned back on the sofa. "It's pretty good." I just don't know when he'll meet the heroine and start the plot. Then I, the cannon fodder, will have to hand him over. But before the plot kicks in, I'll date him for a few months. It's not like I'm losing anything. As for when the plot arrives, whatever happens, happens. I've already got the guy. But I never expected the plot to change so drastically after the heroine appeared. She started shipping me and Caleb as a couple. This made me suspect I had awakened to a fake plot. After all, in the story, they were a match made in heaven. I later realized I had overestimated the plot and underestimated Caleb. But right now, what surprised me was Caleb. His clinginess was inversely proportional to his coldness, and this was the first time I'd seen him this clingy. Honestly, it was a bit novel. Before this, I had experienced his coldness firsthand. Messages were usually one-word replies, and he spoke very little in person. But his sincerity won me over. The colder he was to me, the more addicted I became. And now, his gaze followed me everywhere, as if I were the only person in his world. Seeing each other daily was mandatory, and he loved hugs. I leaned against the wall, watching him wear an apron and chop vegetables in the kitchen. From this angle, his jawline looked exceptionally superior. I went back to the living room and sat on the sofa, scrolling through my phone while watching TV out of boredom. Until he ruffled my hair, looking gentle. "Chloe, time to eat." My instinctive reaction: "Did you wash your hands?" Caleb nodded. "Yes, don't worry." Looking at the food Caleb made, I was still amazed. He didn't look like someone who could cook, but his culinary skills were far better than mine. After all, the first time I invited him over for dinner, my braised grouper was a disaster. Thinking about it still makes me embarrassed. I should have steamed it instead of braising it. When Caleb ate it, his facial expression management was superb, causing me to lose judgment of my cooking skills. The first bite almost made me cry. The taste was terrible. But Caleb, with red ears, lied to my face. "Actually, it's pretty good." "It's obviously awful. Don't lie to me. I'll throw it away." Caleb stopped me. "Don't throw it away. I'll eat it. You bought it specially; I don't want to waste it." "And your feelings shouldn't be wasted by me either." I have to say, Caleb's words hit me hard. I pushed my luck. "You say my feelings shouldn't be wasted, but I've been chasing you for so long. Why haven't you agreed yet?" Hearing this, Caleb stiffened, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes. I teased him. "I like you so much. Don't you plan to say yes?" Seeing he didn't answer, I took the initiative. "If you still don't speak or reject me directly, I'll take it as a yes." "You won't be mad, right, oppa?" Thinking back, confessing next to a disastrous braised fish probably wasn't ideal. After all, the fish died in vain! But thankfully, pushing him worked, and my confession succeeded. Although, compared to calling him "oppa" or "brother," I prefer him calling me "Chloe." Thinking about these things, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Caleb looked at me in confusion. "I was just thinking about when I confessed to you at the dining table, next to that failed braised fish." Hearing this, the corners of Caleb's mouth curved up slightly. He patiently peeled a shrimp, dipped it in sauce, put it in my bowl, and spoke the truth. "But to me, that fish wasn't a failure. It was something you prepared carefully for me. It was a surprise." "More like a scare." Today, Caleb made fish too. Steamed fish. I rolled up my sleeves, patiently picked out the bones, and put the meat in his bowl. "This is the taste I imagined. I should have steamed it back then." Caleb lied with his eyes open. "Pretty much the same. Tastes similar." Thanks to Caleb's cooking, I successfully ate too much. After the meal, Caleb wrapped one arm around me and rubbed my stomach with the other. I leaned on his shoulder comfortably. I was about to say something but accidentally brushed his cheek. His ears turned red immediately. I grabbed the hand rubbing my stomach and leaned close to his ear. "Boyfriend, are you that shy? Your ears are red." I touched them, and my fingers gradually moved to his Adam's apple. His throat bobbed involuntarily. His voice lowered, as if begging for mercy. "Chloe..." I ignored him and moved to his collarbone. When I realized what I was doing, I felt like a pervert. Because seeing the corners of his eyes turn red actually excited me. I kind of wanted to see him cry. I silently condemned myself, coughed, withdrew my hand, and sat properly, looking like a good girl. Caleb smiled without speaking. He subconsciously hugged me as we watched a variety show. He even found time to wash some fruit and brought a fruit platter, arranged beautifully and very juicy. Before I could eat much, drowsiness hit me, and I yawned involuntarily. Caleb napped with me. 4 When I woke up again, I turned and hugged him, smelling the faint fresh scent on him, the corners of my mouth lifting uncontrollably. He held me. "Awake?" I answered lazily. "Yeah." A few seconds later, I let go of Caleb, sat up, and lowered my head to kiss him. He reached out to hold me, his movements gentle. After getting up, on a whim, I picked a movie with a tragic tone. I suddenly thought of the awakened plot and couldn't help but glance at Caleb. Caleb looked cold, but when the ending came, he frowned slightly, then his brow relaxed as if he thought of something. I subconsciously squeezed his hand. "The ending is a bit tragic." "That's because he missed too many opportunities. Indecisive, not fighting for anything. He deserved that ending given his personality." Then Caleb changed the subject. "I wouldn't be like that with you, Chloe. I wouldn't give up any opportunity." I smiled suddenly. "When I was chasing you, that wasn't what you said. That coldness..." It was a bit addictive. I swallowed the rest of the sentence. Because Caleb looked at me with suppressed love in his eyes. He interlaced his fingers with mine. His voice was deep: "Not anymore, and never will be." He paused, then continued: "Or if you ever miss how I was before, I can act it out for you." Seeing his serious look, I couldn't help but chuckle. Indeed, he knew exactly what I liked. But I have to say, I liked how he was before too. That's why I spotted him first in the crowd. After dinner, Caleb drove me home. On the way, he specifically stopped to buy dessert and flowers. "Why did you buy these?" Caleb's hands were on the steering wheel as he spoke casually: "You like them." When we arrived, he carried the things upstairs for me. After boiling water for me, he washed a vase and filled it with water. In the living room, he unwrapped the flowers and placed them in the vase one by one. Under the light, his long fingers paired with the red roses looked exceptionally beautiful. I pulled out a chair and sat next to him, watching him work. His movements had a fluid beauty. When he finished, I was still a bit dazed. I looked up at him. "I like the way you arrange flowers." Caleb's mouth curved up. "I'll handle the flowers at home from now on." I nodded subconsciously. The smile in Caleb's eyes deepened. He placed the vase, cleaned up, and washed his hands. The dessert he bought ended up in both our stomachs. In this regard, our tastes were extremely similar. Before leaving, he poured water, stopped me from walking him out, and ruffled my hair. "Goodnight, Chloe." Upstairs, I watched his car drive away. I suddenly realized something. Every time I was with him, I felt very comfortable. Just like now, even watching him arrange flowers didn't feel boring. I only marveled at how beautiful his hands were.
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