~HUNTER'S POV~

I should walk away. I knew I should. But I didn't. I stood there, arms folded, staring at the grain in her door as Ana whispered something about linens and tomorrow's schedule that I wasn't listening to.

I nodded. Or maybe I didn't. I wasn't sure. Because all I could think about was her.

Celine.

I wasn't supposed to be here. I wasn't supposed to care. I wasn't supposed to remember how it felt, holding her tonight on that dance floor—how her body had trembled under my hand ...