Elena's POV

"You're seriously still holding the birthday thing over my head?"

"I will hold it over your head for the rest of your life," Caleb said, not even looking at me, his left hand resting easily on the steering wheel.

“It's been five days, Caleb,” I said, shaking my head. “And hello? Have you forgotten you ghosted me for two months?”

He scoffed, waving his free hand dismissively.

“That's completely different.”

I laughed, shifting in the passenger seat and pulling one ...