(Elle’s POV)
Aiden or Caleb?
At first look, it would not be easy to see the difference. Although their mother split her egg into two, producing a son that looked very much alike, maybe my war with him or growing interest in Aiden made me familiar with my nemesis.
He looked briefly at me, showing me that beautiful smile, but he didn’t say anything and returned his eyes to the road. I was too preoccupied that it took me a while before I noticed he wasn’t listening to any music in the car.
“You don’t like music?” I asked.
He smiled again but did not look at me, but when he stopped because of the red light, he met my gaze. Now I hate myself for opening the gate of the word called conversation.
“I do, but you interest me, and I must say, I kinda like listening to your sigh,” he grinne
