~HUNTER’S POV~
I shouldn’t have danced with her.
That’s what I tell myself as I watch Celine from across the room.
She’s gathering the abandoned glasses with that same soft focus she gives to every task.
Like she’s anywhere but here. Like she wants to melt into the wallpaper and disappear. But she can’t. Not from me. I see her.
And it’s starting to piss me off how much I do. How much I can’t stop. I swirl the whiskey in my glass, pretending it’s the reason my hands are tense.
It’s not.
“You know,” Caroline says from beside me, “I thought you had better self-control.”
I turn to her slowly. She’s smiling, but there’s too much sharpness in her expression. Caroline always knew how to dig.
“Excuse me?” I ask, lifting my glass to my lips.
The alcohol burns. It doesn’t help. Car
