The Price of Power

Ava

I woke up to the soft, rhythmic breathing of Caleb beside me. His arm was draped protectively over my waist, his warmth comforting in the morning light. I blinked a few times, realizing with a start that I was still in Caleb's room. The events of the previous night came flooding back, and I carefully slipped out of his grasp, trying not to wake him. Just as I moved, Caleb stirred and tightened his hold on me, pulling me back against his chest.

"Five more minutes," he mumbled sleepily, his voice a low, grumbling murmur. I smiled softly, enjoying the rare moment of Caleb's clingy side.

"Caleb, we have to get up," I whispered, trying to suppress my amusement.

Caleb's grip only tightened, and he nuzzled his face into my neck taking a deep sniff.

"Just five more, you smell amazing." he insisted, his breath warm against my skin.

I couldn't help but laugh lightly, feeling a mix of affection and exasperation.