Aurora’s P.O.V

It was past evening when Caleb and I return from the beach, our steps light yet hurried as we glance around; making sure no one notices us sneaking in. The salty breeze still clings to my hair, the taste of the ocean lingering on my lips. Caleb moves with exaggerated caution, creeping along the walls as if he’s part of some grand heist, and I bite back a laugh. He looks ridiculous, but the way his eyes gleam with mischief makes it impossible to say ...