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Writer's POV:

Caleb took a sip of his wine, setting his glass down as he looked at Isabella with curiosity.

"So, Isabella, I'm really intrigued. What do you do for a living?" Caleb asked, a genuine smile playing on his lips.

Isabella took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of pride and humility. "Well, I work as a call center representative," she replied, her eyes meeting Caleb's with openness.

Caleb nodded, genuine interest in his gaze. "That's interesting. It must be quite a challenging job, dealing with all sorts of calls. How do you find it?"

Isabella chuckled, relieved at Caleb's positive response. "It has its moments, for sure. I get to interact with a diverse range of people every day, and helping them solve their problems or addressing their concerns is quite rewarding. It's all about finding solutions and ensuring a positive experience for the customers."

Caleb leaned forward, a glint of admiration in his eyes. "That's commendable. It takes a lot of patience and empathy to handle those kinds of situations. I can imagine it must be quite dynamic."

Isabella smiled, appreciating Caleb's understanding. "Absolutely. It's a fast-paced environment, and you never know what kind of call you'll get next. But it keeps me on my toes, and I enjoy the challenge."

Caleb shared a bit about his own career as a graphic designer, his eyes lighting up as he spoke about the creative process and the joy of bringing ideas to life visually. Isabella found herself fascinated by his passion and couldn't help but admire the artistic side of his profession.

As the conversation flowed, they found common ground despite the differences in their professions. Isabella and Caleb discovered that, beneath the surface, they both valued dedication to their work and the satisfaction of making a positive impact, each finding the other's perspective intriguing and enriching. The dinner table became a space for mutual understanding, where their diverse worlds began to merge into a shared appreciation for the unique qualities each brought to the table.

"I really don't want any of these boys near you Isa. But I'm not going to make decisions for you before you are mine. I meant it when I said I want to make you mine and I will. for now I'm just giving you a chance to fix up your life before I take over your whole body." Under normal circumstances, Bella knew that she wouldn't be getting turned on by such a possessive statement but at this moment, she is feeling all the heat and moisture between her thighs.

The intense look Caleb was giving, it gave Bella a shiver run down her spine as she absorbed his possessive words. The air around them seemed charged with an unexpected intensity, and she couldn't deny the tingling sensation that surged through her body. Caleb's gaze bore into hers, a mixture of desire and determination in his eyes.

She bit her lip, feeling a rush of conflicting emotions. The possessiveness in his words should have set off alarms, but a part of her found it oddly enticing. In that moment, the boundaries blurred, and she was caught in the magnetic pull of his presence.

"I appreciate your honesty, Caleb," Bella replied, her voice soft but tinged with a hint of curiosity. "But I've always been independent, you know? I need my space."

Caleb leaned in, his voice a low whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "I get that, Bella. But there's something about you that makes me want to claim you. I want to be the one you think about, the one who consumes your thoughts."

Bella felt a flush of heat spread across her cheeks, and her breath hitched. His words were possessive, yet there was an undeniable allure in the way he spoke. She struggled to make sense of her own reactions, torn between the familiar boundaries she had set for herself and the magnetic pull of Caleb's intensity.

"I'm not used to someone wanting to take over my whole world," she admitted, her voice almost a whisper.

Caleb's gaze softened, and he reached across the table to gently caress her hand. "I see something in you, Bella. Something that draws me in. I want to be the one who makes your world better, who takes care of you."

The touch of his hand sent a jolt of electricity through her, and Bella found herself entangled in the complexity of emotions. She knew the fine line between desire and control, yet the chemistry between them defied rationality. 

As the evening unfolded, Bella couldn't shake the intoxicating mix of vulnerability and attraction that Caleb's possessive words had stirred within her. Bella looked into Caleb's eyes, her vulnerability laid bare. The flickering candlelight cast shadows on her face as she hesitated before opening up.

"I do want to give you a chance, but I'm scared, Cal," she confessed, her voice carrying a mix of trepidation and honesty.

Caleb leaned back, giving her the space she needed, but his gaze remained attentive and understanding. "Scared of what, Bella? You can tell me."

Bella took a deep breath, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her wine glass. "I've been hurt before. I've given parts of myself to people who didn't appreciate it. Opening up, letting someone in... it terrifies me. I don't want to get hurt again."

Caleb reached across the table, gently squeezing her hand in a reassuring gesture. "I understand, Bella. I won't push you into something you're not ready for. It takes time, trust, and I'm willing to earn that from you."

She nodded, appreciating his understanding. "It's not about you, Cal. It's about my own fears. I've built walls to protect myself, and letting them crumble is a scary thought."

Caleb smiled, his eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and determination. "I can be patient, Bella. I don't want to be just another person who hurt you. I want to be the one who helps you heal, who proves that not everyone will let you down. I will break your walls."

Bella felt a warmth in her chest, a glimmer of hope amidst her fears. His words resonated, and for a moment, the weight on her shoulders seemed a bit lighter. The vulnerability she had exposed was met with understanding, and the sincerity in Caleb's eyes offered a glimpse of the possibility of healing.

As they continued their conversation, Bella found herself appreciating the patience and empathy that Caleb extended toward her fears. In that moment, a connection deeper than desire began to blossom—one built on trust and the shared understanding that healing takes time.

"I can tell that you're horny," Caleb stated, his tone direct and bold. Bella felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks, a combination of embarrassment and arousal intertwining within her. Her eyes widened as Caleb's unexpected words hung in the air, catching her off guard. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and her heart quickened its pace. 

She looked at him, a mix of surprise and uncertainty in her eyes. Caleb continued, his gaze intense but respectful. "But I don't want to rush you. I've already told you that I won't touch you before you make up your mind about being only mine. I will not share you with anyone except our future kids Isa."

Bella felt a swirl of conflicting emotions. His honesty was disarming, and his commitment to respect her boundaries was evident. Yet, the unfiltered acknowledgment of desire left her both intrigued and flustered.

"I appreciate your honesty, Caleb," she replied, her voice a little breathless. "It's just that... it's all so new, and I need time to figure things out. Please remain patient with me."

Caleb nodded understandingly, his gaze softening. "Take all the time you need, Isa. I'm not here to pressure you. I want you to be sure about us, about me. When you're ready, I'll be here."

The air between them shifted, the intensity of the moment lingering. Bella's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, but she found solace in Caleb's unwavering commitment to respecting her boundaries. 

As the night unfolded, she began to realize that, beyond the desire that sparked between them, there was a foundation of mutual understanding and patience that held the promise of something meaningful. Bella's eyes reflected uncertainty as she confessed, "I don't know where I will start, Cal."

Caleb, with a playful twinkle in his eye, responded, "Just follow your heart and instincts. But you can also start by blocking these boys." He accompanied his words with a chuckle, and Bella couldn't help but burst into laughter, the tension momentarily lifted.

"You're right," she said between giggles. "I'll start there. Can I have a scoop of ice cream or two?" she asked, playfully making puppy eyes.

Caleb's smile widened, the connection between them growing stronger. "Anything for you, queen," he replied with a mock bow, their laughter merging into a shared moment of lightness. Bella couldn't believe he just met a guy who they get along like a house on fire.