A/N: This is my second PLL story (following the series' storyline). This time it will be a one-shot collection featuring different pairings. This chapter takes place a few weeks after the two move in together. I hope you enjoy! :)

As far as Caleb knew, everyone had a strange quirk, a dirty little secret that no one else knew about. A guilty pleasure. Of course, he was no exception to that rule of life. If A had ever found out about this... The thought alone made him shudder.

Oh he could already imagine the nickname A would have given him: Pantysniffer (even though he'd never sniffed one before, of course)...

You see, there was a reason why he always offered to do the laundry. Sure, he also did it because he loved helping Hanna, especially because he always got rewarded for it at the end of the day. But there was also another, more important and more sinister reason; it was the final result that made it all worth it.

A year ago, when he had done the laundry for ill girlfriend, the brunet young man had noticed by chance how immensely good washed clothes smelled. From that moment on, it had become his guilty pleasure. Caleb had even come up with his own little ritual. First, he would always smell every clean garment he fished out of the washing machine. Next, he would either put it in the clothes dryer or take it with him and hang it on the clothesline outside to dry.

Caleb knew that what he was doing right now wasn't exactly considered...well, healthy, but he couldn't help it! There was something so easeful about that wonderful smell that it made him come back every time. It brought him back to the few happy memories he'd gathered as a kid.

Of course, Hanna had no idea what was happening behind her back. And she would never find out either, he would make sure of tha-

"Caleb!"

He jumped at the unexpected sound of Hanna's voice. She sounded flabbergasted, and that could never be a good thing, right?

"What are you doing?"

Busted...and how. By Hanna herself no less!

He cursed inwardly, while trying to come up with a valid excuse. Why had he not been more careful this time!?

Unfortunately for him, his brains let him down at that point too. If only it had been A to find him in this position. That would have been way less awkward than the love of his life.

To add insult to injury, it was only then that he realized he was holding one of her black lace panties in his hands. Wait, hadn't he been holding onto one of his own black shirts? When the hell had it changed into a panty?

And there goes that little bit of dignity I still had left, he thought, utterly embarrassed.

"Oh. I uh... I was just..." Caleb started.

What could he possibly say at this point to save his ass? Telling her that he was just sniffing a random piece of cloth because he was addicted to the smell of their detergent somehow didn't seem like a good idea. He was lost no matter what he said.

"It's nothing. I was just checking everything for holes. This one has two of them by the way," he replied before he could stop himself.

This was getting more and more awkward. Definitely.

"So what's for dinner? I'm starving!"

With that, he walked out of the room.

Caleb was sure of one thing after catching that look she gave him: he was never going to hear the end of it.

A/N: Was it good? Bad? Horrible?

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The next chapter will be a much more fluffier Ezria (and no worries, everyone will be more in character.

Teaser: "Hey..." she greeted back softly, with a voice that would drive any man crazy. "Were you trying to kiss me?"