Elena's POV

He was still asleep when I woke up.

For a moment, I didn’t move.

The room was quiet, the curtains letting in that pale, late-morning light that told me I’d slept far longer than I usually did. I stared at the ceiling, still half lost in sleep, until I became aware of the warmth beside me.

Caleb.

I turned my head slowly.

He was lying on his back, one arm resting loosely across the pillow, his breathing slow and even. His hair was messy, his face relaxed in a way I rarely got ...