~HUNTER'S POV~
The harsh clearing of a throat pierced through the peaceful morning silence, pulling me from the depths of sleep.
My eyes flew open to find my mother standing at the foot of my bed, her posture strict with disapproval, her lips pressed into a thin line of barely contained fury.
Eleanor Reid had never learned the concept of knocking.
Heat flooded my face as memories of last night crashed over me—Celine's soft moans, the way she'd whispered my name, the feeling of her body pressed against mine.
The scent of her vanilla perfume still stayed on my sheets, and I could feel the warmth of her body next to me.
A soft groan escaped from beside me, and I watched in horror as Celine stirred, her dark hair spilling across my pillow like silk.
She turned toward me with a sleepy
