Celine wandered through the garden, her eyes searching for Chris. The soft hum of music and the distant murmur of conversation filled the air, but her thoughts were fixed; she had to find him and give him a piece of her mind.
Suddenly, a strong hand seized her wrist, yanking her back with a force that made her heart leap. Panic surged through her chest as she spun around, about to scream, but before she could, a hand clamped over her mouth.
“Hush, hush... It’s just me, honey,” came Chris’ familiar voice, laced with amusement. He smirked down at her, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Furious, Celine shoved his hand away. “Stop calling me honey,” she snapped, her eyes burning with indignation.
“I’ll call you honey all I want,” Chris replied, his tone teasing and defiant. “And no one, no o
