Elena's POV:
"What do winners do after they win?” I asked with a smirk. Caleb turned to me, his expression melting. It made my stomach twist.
“I was thinking… whatever they want," he said. Goddess, he was beautiful, like someone had taken eons to make him... and I still couldn't wrap my head around this... whatever this was.
“Careful. I might take you up on that.”
"Good," he said, his smile so beautifully wide.
I laughed softly, warmth blooming in my chest that had nothing to do with the drink in my hands. Just looking at Caleb Monroe was both good and decidedly bad for my heart. I had come to that conclusion years ago, and to know that it was true even now... it was a staggering realization, but the one I didn't shy away from, not anymore. I shook my head.
“Dangerous answer,” I mu
