“Come on, pipsqueak. I’m not your personal chef,” Caleb said, pretending to sound tired and annoyed even though he continued to walk around the kitchen regardless. His eyes held a glimmer of amusement as he prepared your favourite dish upon your request.

She’s being so carefree around me, he couldn’t help but think, his gaze landing on his childhood friend more than a few times. They were raised together by Cora’s grandmother; Cora will always be someone Caleb wants to protect.