CELESTE
When we got home from the banquet, I made a beeline for my room. My heels were already half off when…
“Running away already, Celeste?” Knox stopped me in a rough, teasing, and infuriatingly confident tone that only he could manage.
I froze mid-step, fingers tightening on the banister. I didn’t turn around, but I could feel his stare and a smug smile probably curving his mouth.
“I’m tired,” I said flatly, reaching for the hallway.
“You mean you’re pretending again.” He laughed softly.
That made me turn. “What do you mean by pretending?” I snapped.
He was leaning casually against the wall, still in his suit. His tie was loosened, his shirt open at the throat. Damn it, I hated how unfairly beautiful he looked like that. His eyes glittered with challenge.
“You’ve been pretend
