Aurora’s P.O.V

The night air was crisp as I stepped onto the terrace, the familiar scent of pine and the faint trace of Caleb’s cologne mixing in the breeze. He was already there, leaning against the railing, his dark eyes thoughtful as they lifted to meet mine. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and I felt the familiar warmth in my chest, the kind only he could spark. 

“You wanted to talk?” I asked, stepping closer, my fingers brushing against the cold ...