~HUNTER~
I walk back into the cabin, still dripping lake water. My breath catches when I see Celine.
She's changed back into the black dress from last night—the one that follows every curve of her body like a whisper.
Her hair is still damp, falling in loose waves around her shoulders. She looks like something from a dream I never knew I had.
Caesar rushes past me, calling out to his mother. She turns, her eyes moving from her son to me, lingering briefly on my bare chest before darting away.
"He said you make the best pancakes," I find myself saying, tossing my wet shirt onto the couch.
Caesar doesn't wait for us, scrambling toward the living room where his stuffed dinosaur from last night sits waiting.
I move toward the kitchen where Celine is already working, the smell of coff
