Elena's POV

Caleb was still asleep when I woke up.

The blanket was pulled over both of us, and I was still curled against his shoulder. For a moment, I simply laid there without moving.

His hair was slightly messy against the cushion behind him, his face completely relaxed in the way it only became when he was actually asleep.

And slowly, yesterday came back to me in pieces.

The date. The rooftop. The food. The way he looked at me throughout the evening. The way everything ended with me ...