AN: I'm still in a daze since this show ended and I can't see to let go of Haleb so here's a little taste of what I think happened during the time jump in 7x20. I'm hoping that inspiration strikes and future chapters will be a little longer. Let me know what you think and I will gladly accept prompts for this story or anything Haleb related!

The warm sunlight of late morning slips through the cracked blinds of the loft. I turn my face to hide in the solace of my pillows but it's too late. I'm awake enough to remember I'm meeting the girls for lunch and I'm compelled to reach for my phone on the bedside table.

11:28 am

I mutter a curse under my breath, careful not to wake Caleb as I wriggle out of his grasp. And even though I would love nothing more than to lay in bed next to my husband all day, I will never hear the end of it if I'm late again.

Trying not to make a sound, I slide off the bed and tiptoe into the bathroom. I turn on the water, shedding my thin pajamas as I wait for the water to warm up. My hair goes up into a twist, held by a sturdy clip, before I step inside. It feels like heaven when I finally let the warm streams pound against my back, alleviating all the tension that's been building up from work.

I'm already late so I bask in the warmth, piling on my most luxurious bath lotions until the smell of sweet gardenias and rich vanilla fill the air. I'm in the midst of shaving my legs with a thick citrusy foam when the shower door creaks open and I look up to see Caleb letting a quick draft in.

"I didn't want to wake you," I say.

"I'm awake now," he tells me, barely audible over the downpour from the shower head.

But he doesn't waste time talking. He grabs the razor from my hand, setting it down on the shower shelf, before his free arm reaches out to find purchase on my waist.

"I'm running late," I say in protest.

"We'll be quick," Caleb responds with a smirk. "Besides we're trying to have a baby. Shouldn't we take advantage of every opportunity?"

That's when I melt. I know every argument I have will fall on deaf ears because all I want right now is Caleb. Him against me, right here in this shower. It doesn't even matter that I can already imagine my friends chiding me for being late, that my hair is getting wet, or even that I've only shaved one leg. As I step closer to Caleb, nothing could keep my hands off of him.

He finally closes the gap between us, the stiff pressure against my thigh reminding me of his promise that this really won't take long. His lips meet mine as he pins me against the wall, gliding his hands along my wet skin as I slip into his grasp.

My body aches for him as he turns his attention away from my lips and onto my neck, breasts, arms, everywhere as the heavy stream of water rains down upon us. My own hands gliding along his warm, wet skin, admiring the sturdy muscles that keep me pressed tightly against the tiled walls.

My heart pounds a deafening beat until my patience can't take it any more. I slide my hands down across his chest, past his waist so I'm guiding him toward me and Caleb lets out a soft groan when we finally connect. And when I feel my grip on the wet tile begin to slip, Caleb wraps an arm around me, using his free hand to hook my leg around him.

I lose track of time as we rock and pant in unison, like a single entity. Our bodies entangled with one another under the warm wash of water. My breath shallows as he fills me with warmth, his raspy voice whispering notes of beauty and elegance in my ear, that make me swoon like a teenager all over again.

You're beautiful. You're sexy. You're gorgeous. You're mine.

That last one nearly ends me and I feel myself coming undone as my fingers dig deep into his back, clawing at every inch of him as I gasp for air. Caleb's own body shudders against mine and I can see his shaky muscles struggle to keep me upright as we fall into each other. Lazily we cling to each other, still under the blanket of water steaming up the glass shower. I trace tiny hearts along his slick skin and he tilts my head up to meet his lips for a gentle, chaste kiss. I could stay here forever, at least until the hot water runs out and Caleb coaxes me out of the cold shower with a plush robe.

He leaves my side only to wrap a towel around his own waist and I take the opportunity to get ready, remembering that I've already left my friends waiting. With droplets of water still clinging to my skin, I throw on a loose dress and gather my hair up in a mess atop my head. When I step out of the closet, Caleb stands naked in the bathroom, toweling his hair dry.

"Don't tempt me," I plead. "I'm already late."

He laughs, showing off that perfect white smile that melts me all over again. My expression silently begs him to put some clothes on but he revels in making me uncomfortable. At this point, I don't even dare check the time.

Caleb offers me a smile of defeat as he reaches out to brush a strand of her out of my face. "When will you be back?" he asks.

"Couple hours," I promise him. "It's just lunch."

"'K," he says.

I'm rushing out when he pulls me back in one last time for a kiss, the kind that has me pulling away before I let myself give into him one last time. I slip out of his grasp and place a quick peck on his cheek before whispering a goodbye and running for the door.

I drive idly through the streets of Rosewood, my mind still racing with thoughts of Caleb's body pressed against mine just minutes ago. I probably drive around the block three times, missing the same spot until I finally snap out of it and remember why I'm here.

A few doors down I can see my friends gathered around a table outside our favorite cafe. I pull down my sunglasses to mask my shame as I saunter over, nearly an hour late.

"Look who decided to join us," Spencer quips as I guiltily slink into the only open seat.

"Sorry, I'm here now," I tell them, really stressing the apology.

"We ordered you a latte," Aria says kindly, but then adds, "it might be a little cold now though."

"I appreciate the gesture," I say, taking a sip. It's practically frozen. "What did I miss?"

The girls dive back into a conversation about bridesmaid dresses and table settings. I try to feign interest but all I can think about is the heat of Caleb's body against mine and what waits for me when I get home.