Elena's POV

I caught myself checking the elevator doors again. I stared at my reflection for a second before sighing.

This was ridiculous.

I had known Caleb since we were children. I had seen him half-asleep, sweaty after practice, covered in mud, drunk, annoyed, shirtless, and looking like he had absolutely no idea what a mirror was.

And yet somehow, I was standing in a hotel elevator in Rome checking my hair for the fourth time because I was about to go on a date with him.

A real ...