Chapter 54

(Anastasia's POV)

It's been hours since the small cruise started to move in the water. The feeling of water surrounding us was making me feel uneasy but Caleb was there to distract me. He brought me inside, where there was a living room, a kitchen, three bedrooms, and other smaller rooms.

He was currently sitting beside me, of course never letting go of my hand as he showed me a recipe book. He was talking about spaghetti and meatballs. His other hand moved animatedly in the air as he spoke. His dark brown eyes filled with wonder and delight.

"Do you like pasta?" He asked, turning the page over.

"Yeah," I muttered.

"Do you know how to make one?"

"A little."

"I know how to make it. I'm an expert at it. My mom taught me when I was young." He said and I smiled. He continued talking about his memory and all I could feel was impressed by him.

"I already know that you can cook, Caleb. Remember in Paris, when Mikael was scared that you might burn his beloved restaurant." we both chuckle whil