BRYLEE's P O V

The hands of the clock struck at exactly ten in the evening.

I had already taken a shower, and now I was sitting on the bed, feeling really anxious about what was about to happen next. I was holding the book that Celine had left on the nightstand, pretending to read it, but all the while… my eyes were wandering to the bathroom, where I was waiting for Seb to emerge.

I was considering what the most effective approach would be for me to take in order to ...