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Caleb loved watching you sleep. Not in a creepy way! In the way that he loved seeing you so peaceful and warm and soft.
Your nightly routine had barely changed since high school. You still took a hot shower and emerged smelling sweet with damp skin (which was his favorite part) and you did your skincare for however long. He watched you apply each product with care, eager for the lotion you always asked him to spread across your back.
Still in a towel, you would choose your pajamas with care. Sometimes it was a simple crop top and shorts, other times it was just one of his shirts and nothing else. He knew those nights would always be fun.
After you fell asleep, the room was quiet, his bed was warm with you wrapped in his sheets. He enjoyed watching you try to find a comfortable position. Sometimes you would curl up in a ball on your side with your hands tucked under your chin. Others you would lay flat on your back with your arms under your pillow. The best was when you drifted to his side of the bed and threw a leg over his hips, clinging onto his torso like a koala.
In those moments, he would silently observe you. Your breathing and heartbeat were slow and even, when he rubbed your knee with his thumb you would sigh contentedly and bury your face into his chest.
It always made him smile when you subconsciously rubbed him back, your fingers slowly moving across his pec. Sometimes it was torture keeping his hands to himself, but then you would move your hand go his neck and stroke the hair on his nape and he would just melt.
When your hair fell in your face, he carefully caressed it behind your ear, making sure not to disturb you but letting himself linger and feel the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertip.
He always woke up before you, too. Throughout the night, you both moved a few times, ending up with him spooning you almost every morning. Your head was tucked under his chin and he could still smell the hair products from your shower.
Sometimes he would lay there, a small smile on his face with his eyes still closed, savoring these simple, careless moments with you. Other times, he would begin planting kisses to every inch of skin he had access to until you woke up moaning his name.
No matter how the morning started, it always ended with you both cuddled up on the couch, drinking coffee or tea together, talking about plans for the day or memories you treasured.