Caleb's POV 

I was in the basement laundry room and it felt smaller with him in it, especially with the dryer tumbling clothes behind us. 

Liam leaned back against the washing machine, arms crossed, watching me fold towels like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I bent to grab one from the basket. Made sure my ass pushed out toward him.

He chuckled low. “You think I don't see what you're doing?”

I straightened and turned. “Maybe I want you to see.”

His eyes dropped to the front of my shorts. “You're already hard.”

“Been hard since you texted me to come down here.” I stepped closer....