~Celine’s POV~
The blaring of my alarm rips me from sleep, my heart slamming against my chest like it already knows I’ve messed up.
Sunlight spills through the thin curtains, painting streaks of gold across the room. I rub my temple, blink at the numbers flashing on the alarm clock, and—
“s**t! It’s seven-thirty!”
Panic surges through me as I launch out of bed. *God. No. No. No.* Hunter warned me about being late. He warned me. And now I’ve done exactly what he told me not to.
I whip around and shake Caesar gently. “Baby, wake up. I’m late for work.”
He groans, curling deeper into the covers like he’s trying to escape the morning.
“No, Caesar, you gotta wake up!” My voice is soft but desperate, my hands moving over his back in frantic strokes. He still doesn’t budge, so
