~CELINE'S POV~
(A Few Hours Earlier)
My cheeks burned with humiliation as I stumbled through the west wing corridors, Hunter's Egyptian cotton sheet wrapped around me like a makeshift toga.
The soft fabric that had felt so luxurious against my skin just moments ago now felt like a scarlet letter, announcing my shame to anyone who might see me.
The door to our small quarters couldn't come fast enough. I burst through it like I was being chased by demons, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Blake was already up, moving around our cozy little kitchen with the easy grace of someone who had claimed this space as home.
She had a steaming mug of coffee in her hands and was humming softly to herself when I crashed through the door like a tornado.
"Well, well, well," she drawled, her eyebr
