Elena's POV:
I woke up starving. That was what I got for eating a protein bar for dinner.
I blinked at the dark ceiling, disoriented for a moment as my stomach continued to make weird noises.
The house was silent. The storm outside had softened into a lazy whisper against the windows.
Great.
Of course, I would get hungry now, when the universe was fully aware that going downstairs meant risking running into Caleb Monroe.
I pushed the blanket off and sat up. My cheeks heated instantly, without my permission, as the memory of my earlier dream punched me in the chest.
Caleb’s hands on places that was so cold... Caleb’s mouth.
Nope. No, absolutely not going there again.
I pressed a palm over my face, willing the flush to go away. Then my stomach growled again, louder.
I hesitated at
