Elena's POV:
I woke up warm next to Caleb--the kind of warm that comes from a solid body pressed close, an arm heavy around my waist, a slow, steady breath brushing the back of my neck like it belonged there.
For one hazy, blissful second, I smiled into the pillow, my body languid and made of melted butter or something.
Then I blinked.
And almost screamed.
Milo was standing right there at the side of the bed, staring at us.
With a smile. A bright, too bright smile.
This was a full-blown, mischievous, I-know-something-you-don’t smile. I wasn't ready to wake up like this, not today.
Hell...
“Good morning, Lena,” he said sweetly, his voice far too cheerful for this hour of the day.
I made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a strangled squeak and launched myself upright so fast I
