~HUNTER'S POV~

There are a few things I can handle first thing in the morning: 

'An espresso shot strong enough to punch me in the throat.'

'My inbox screaming bloody murder.'

'The sound of silence.'

What I can't handle? My mother sitting on a goddamn couch in my living room, legs crossed, judgment uncrossed, and a boy with my eyes smiling at her like this isn't the beginning of the end.

And Celine... Celine looks like she just got caught stealing something sacred. And maybe she did. ...