Elena’s POV

A few days had passed since my meeting with Damien, and Saturday afternoon found me at Caleb’s apartment, sitting on his kitchen counter and scrolling through my phone while he finished making lunch.

“You know you’re doing too much, right?” I asked, glancing at the stove.

He looked over his shoulder.

“Do you want to make it yourself?”

“No, thank you. I’m comfortable right here.”

“Then stop supervising me and get out of my kitchen.”

I tilted my head, ...