The next morning, Celeste woke up groggily to the sound of someone moving. Her blurry gaze landed on Ethan, who was at the edge of the bed getting dressed.
Just thinking about last night made her cheeks heat up-she immediately buried herself under the covers.
"Stop hiding."
Ethan tugged at the blanket. Seeing her stubbornly pretend to be asleep, he chuckled and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
Underneath, her face turned tomato red in an instant. Only her eyes were peeking out, blinking rapidly at him before she muttered, "Pervert."
Ethan couldn't help laughing. "How am I a p*****t?"
"You just are," Celeste huffed, pulling the blanket tighter. "Come on, I have work today! What am I supposed to do now?"
"What if someone sees this mess? That'd be terrible!"
Ethan r
