Elena's POV:
“Elena,” Calleb started, and then stopped, like he didn't know what the hell he wanted. And this was why I chose to run. Because I knew... while I had already started to slip back into past routines... which grew even intense in just a f*****g day--like was that even a sensible thing to do? I had always prided myself of being cool, collected... most of the times, but when it came to Caleb Monroe, for some reason, my brain stopped working.
It was exactly like this when I was eighteen, and it was like that now.
He would have an unfair advantage over me because of that... and I... would keep losing my s**t.
I quirked my brows. He sighed, wiping his face.
“I’m not telling you what to do, but..." I looked up. What was he going to say? What was he... “I—I don’t want you to go
