~HUNTER’S POV~
I should walk away. I knew I should. But I didn’t. I stood there, arms folded, staring at the grain in her door as Ana whispered something about linens and tomorrow’s schedule that I wasn’t listening to.
I nodded. Or maybe I didn’t. I wasn’t sure. Because all I could think about was her.
Celine.
I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to care. I wasn’t supposed to remember how it felt, holding her tonight on that dance floor—how her body had trembled under my hand like she was holding back from running.
Or maybe from melting. I wasn’t sure which. Ana stopped talking, waiting for me to say something. But then the door cracked open.
I didn’t expect it.
I should have.
But the moment her face appeared—eyes wide, cautious, beautiful in a way that knocked somethi
