He chuckled, carefree. "I don't mind siblings. I've dealt with worse." He joked, listening to her thoughts as they drifted to him. He smiled, glad she felt comfortable enough to take him to her home. When they arrived, he smiled and got out quickly, going to open the door for her just before she opened it

Caleb's eyes sparkled as she kissed his cheek, the gesture feeling like more than casual to him. He'd never been one for love, but she was different. She took him as he was and didn't judge unlike what most did. He smiled warmly at her as they got to her room before sitting on her bed and stretching. "I doubt you will" He murmured softly, chuckling at her comment on clothes. "I'm good in this." He said, gesturing to his shirt. He waited for her to sit down beside him so he could hold her

Morgan rolled her eyes in mock disapproval, a teasing smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I won't have you in my bed dressed in escape room clothes," she mused playfully, though the underlying warmth in her tone made it clear she was just having fun. She glanced at him briefly before her expression softened into something thoughtful.

She disappeared into her wardrobe for a moment, returning with a small bag in hand. "These are for my brother," she explained, though her voice hinted at the playful change in plans. "But I never actually gave them to him, so... you get the honor." She grinned as she handed him the bag with the joggers, the soft material swishing as she passed it to him. "Try these on. If they fit, you can keep them," she added with a cheerful hum, her eyes sparkling with lighthearted mischief.

She turned and headed to her bathroom, changing quickly into her own comfortable nightwear, enjoying the little break before settling into the cozy atmosphere. Once she was back, she flopped down into the bed, curling up under the blankets with a contented sigh. She pulled them around her with a relaxed smile, settling in comfortably as she glanced over at him. The atmosphere between them was easy, warm—nothing urgent, just the quiet comfort of being in each other's presence.

By the time she got back, he was dressed and in the same position he had been when she left. When she laid down, he grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her protectively. "I don't think you realize how amazing you are" He murmured affectionately. "You're kind, beautiful, smart, carefree.....I could go on for ages."

"I doubt i'm as desireable as you claim." He murmured, chuckling at her thoughts about him. It was flattering, but he knew she was better. He wondered if right here, right now, he should kiss this goddess of a girl or wait until she voiced how she felt. He pondered for a moment, rubbing her back. After a few minutes of thinking, he took her face gently in his hands and turned her up to face him. He slowly and deliberatly lowered his face to hers, hesitating for a moment and giving the chance to push him away before pressing his lips to hers softly

Morgan rolled her eyes, a small pout forming on her lips as she looked up at him. "I wouldn't lie to you," she said with a light chuckle, the words carrying a teasing undertone. "You are perfect," she added, her voice slow and deliberate, emphasizing each word. She wanted him to understand, to really hear how much she meant it. The grin that spread across her face showed just how genuine her words were, even if she was having fun with him.

For a moment, there was quiet between them, the kind of comfortable silence that felt natural. Then, she felt his hands gently cupping her face, and her eyes widened slightly, looking up at him. She relaxed into his touch, tilting her chin up slightly in invitation, silently letting him know she was ready. When his soft kiss brushed against her lips, she smiled against it, the moment feeling warm and safe.

But as he pulled away, she couldn’t help herself. She slipped her hand around his neck and gently pulled him back toward her, a soft laugh escaping her as she did. It was simple, sweet, and just felt right.

He kissed her again, wrapping his arms around her with a smile. He loved how she felt in his arms, the way he felt like he could protect her from anything and gladly would. He nuzzled her neck lovingly before lifting his head again. "Morgan." He began, slightly nervous. "Would you be my girlfriend?" He asked softly, listening intently to her thoughts

Morgan grinned softly as she pressed her lips against his again, feeling the warmth of his breath against hers. Her hand remained on his neck, pulling them just a little closer, their bodies naturally falling into sync. She could feel the steady beat of his chest against hers, the security of his arms wrapped around her sides. It was comforting, grounding, the way he always seemed to make her feel safe.

At his question, however, her thoughts stilled for a moment. His girlfriend? The words echoed in her mind, and for a brief second, her heart fluttered uncertainly. She liked him, of course. She liked him more than she cared to admit sometimes, but the weight of labeling things made her hesitate. It felt like there was so much to sort out—emotions, feelings, expectations—and she wasn't sure where she stood yet. Her friends liked him too, and she'd often caught them teasing her about it, but that didn't make things clearer for her. He was so kind, so thoughtful, and he’d been there for her in ways no one else had. It should’ve been easy, but... was she ready?

Her fingers drifted up and down his sides, the soft rhythm helping her think. She furrowed her brows, lost in thought. She wanted to say yes. She wanted to feel sure. But uncertainty lingered.

Finally, she sighed softly, her hand moving to the back of his neck as she pressed her lips back to his. The kiss was slow, deliberate, as though it was her way of finding clarity in the moment. Pulling back, she gave him a gentle nod, offering him a smile that, though still a little unsure, carried warmth.

"Alright," she whispered softly to him, her voice almost a promise. "Let's take it one step at a time."