Elena's POV:
I was shaking as I climbed the stairs. Harper was droning on about something, but my body wasn’t listening to her at all. It was attuned to her brother.
I could feel Caleb’s eyes on my back—watching, following, stalking. Goddess, the way he looked at me… it was enough to melt bone.
I wanted to hang up the phone and run back to him. To demand he kiss me senseless. To let him drag me into his arms and make me forget every tiny shard of my life back in the city.
I wanted to drown in the heat he stirred inside me.
I hadn't felt lust like this in a long time—not even when I came close to marrying Jason. And that said everything. Jason had been… fine. Safe. Comfortable. Predictable.
But this?
This touch—this almost-kiss— it wasn’t even a kiss, and it already cracked open plac
