Celeste didn’t remember falling asleep. One moment she’d been curled beside Hunter, tucked under layers of fur and warmth, heartbeat syncing with his. The next, she was alone, on a beach.

Not a metaphorical beach. A literal, absurdly beautiful beach. The white sand stretched for miles, glowing faintly under a violet dusk sky. The waves lapped in lazy, glittering pulses, like the ocean itself couldn’t be bothered to rush. A warm breeze drifted past, scented with salt, citrus, and ...