The morning after their kiss, should have been awkward, but it wasn’t, it was worse.

Celeste woke up wrapped in Hunter’s arms, one leg thrown over his, her hand firmly planted on his chest like she was claiming territory in her sleep, and worst of all, she felt content.

That was until she opened her eyes and realized their ridiculous bed, rickety and obviously scout-built in a caffeine-fueled panic, had tilted during the night and was now slanting toward the floor. One wrong move ...