Elena's POV:
“Thank you,” I whispered, because I didn’t know what else to say. But deep inside, under the polite embarrassment, something small and stupid twisted with disappointment.
“Don’t mention it,” he replied.
Of course. Of course that was all he’d say.
Fuck you, Caleb.
I had no idea why was I disappointed. What exactly had I expected? That he’d bring it up?
That he’d look at me with that heat again and admit it got to him too? That he was affected by the sight of me moaning his name in a dream I prayed he didn’t hear?
Stupid. Stupid, stupid Lena.
Caleb Monroe had never been a fan of me—not when I was eighteen and pathetically in love with him, and definitely not now, when my life was a mess, and his was… well. Also a mess.
I let out a slow breath, trying to not think about
