ELENA'S POV

Caleb opened the door to his suite and stepped inside.

I followed him.

His suite was quiet and warm, with soft lighting falling across the sitting area and the large windows overlooking Rome.

Everything was neat without feeling untouched. A jacket was draped over the back of one of the chairs, a pair of shoes sat near the sofa, and a few books were stacked on the coffee table.

It looked like Caleb.

Comfortable. Lived-in. Familiar.

But standing there with him now, it felt ...