CelesteThe afternoon dragged on in a haze of restless silence. After lunch, I had retreated straight back to the villa with Amara, telling myself I needed the quiet. But the truth was simpler: I couldn’t risk running into him again. Not when the sound of that woman’s laugh and the weight of his gaze still echoed in me like fresh bruises.I busied myself with little things—folding Amara’s dresses, laying out the clothes we’d wear tomorrow, tucking small souvenirs back into our luggage. It was an excuse, really, but it gave my hands purpose while my mind tried, and failed, to settle.A sudden knock broke through the stillness. Firm, playful, unmistakable.“Open up, Celeste,” Nicholas’s voice rang, dramatic as always. “We come bearing sunshine and chlorine!”Amara perked up instantly, abandoning the crayons she’d been using on the coffee table. “Swimming?!” Her eyes lit up, wide and eager.Before I could answer, Tristan’s steadier tone followed from outside the door. “Don’t mind him. We
CelesteBy the time I returned to the table, the chatter was louder than before—Nicholas and Tristan locked in some ridiculous argument about the rules of the card trick, Amara squealing with delight as she declared herself the real winner.Perfect. The noise was my shield.I slipped back into my seat, my smile polite but thin, as if nothing at all had unsettled me. Inside, though, I was still replaying every second of what I’d seen on the path. Her laugh. His hand guiding her. His voice—soft, almost tender—words I shouldn’t have heard.I pressed my palm lightly against my lap, nails biting into my skin where no one could see. Hold it together. No one has to know.“Everything okay?” Tristan’s voice cut in, mild but observant. His gaze lingered just a little too long, as though he noticed the edges of my composure.“Of course,” I said smoothly, reaching for my water. “Just a call from Ava. Nothing important.”Nicholas leaned forward immediately, smirk curving like a blade. “Really? Bec
CelesteBeneath the table, our hands lingered, hidden from everyone. I finally let go first, sliding my fingers away, though I didn’t want to.Sebastian’s hand stayed close for a heartbeat longer, reluctant to release, until his phone buzzed sharply on the table. With a small, almost regretful sigh, he let go, reaching for it as if forced to break the connection. The warmth lingered in my palm long after our hands parted.“Excuse me,” he muttered, already standing, phone pressed to his ear.I told myself not to look. But my eyes betrayed me, following him just for a second before I quickly diverted my gaze, pretending to busy myself with my napkin.Max stood as well, giving the table a polite nod. “I have to excuse myself too. And I want to thank you all for lunch—especially you, Celeste. It was really nice to meet you.” He smiled at me, genuine but tinged with something else. “Honestly, I like you… but I guess your boss, Sebastian—he’s something else. I think you handle him much bette
Celeste Max’s smile faltered for the briefest moment before settling back into cool composure. He leaned back in his chair, shoulders loose, as if entirely unbothered. “Of course,” he said smoothly, his gaze flicking to me. “I didn’t mean to overstep. There’s a resilience in her… something rare.” The words dropped like sparks into dry grass. Sebastian froze beside me. Not visibly, not dramatically—just enough that the air around him shifted, charged, as if the temperature itself had risen. Every nerve in my body felt it. Nicholas smirked, far too amused. “Careful, Max. You’re sitting across from a wolf. And wolves don’t share well.” “Enough,” I hissed, but my voice barely carried. The damage was done. Sebastian’s hand moved—slow, deliberate—brushing against the back of my chair. Not quite touching me, but close enough to stake a silent claim. Heat bled through the fabric, searing straight into my skin. “She’s not something to share.” His voice was cold steel, quiet but cutting e
CelesteBefore I could protest, Sebastian moved. Smooth. Deliberate. Each step toward me felt like a silent threat, and I couldn’t bring myself to look away.He didn’t take the seat across from me where any normal person would sit. No—he slid into the chair directly beside mine. Close enough that the sleeve of his suit brushed my arm when he adjusted himself.My breath caught in my throat.I shifted slightly away, trying to put even an inch of distance between us, but the table was small, the space unforgiving. His nearness was suffocating, intoxicating, and I hated myself for noticing both.Max blinked, clearly unsettled by Sebastian’s choice. His polite smile wavered as he tried to hold on to the thread of conversation. Nicholas, meanwhile, looked as though he were watching the most entertaining drama unfold.“So, Max, was it?” Nicholas asked, leaning back casually. “How do you know our dear Celeste?”Max straightened, clearly thrown off by the sudden interrogation but answered smoo
Celeste The restaurant Max chose overlooked the shore, sunlight spilling through its wide glass windows and scattering across the polished wooden tables. I followed the host with Amara’s small hand tucked in mine, and beside me, Max walked with an ease I could never quite match. He seemed perfectly at home—smiling, greeting staff as if he’d known them for years—while I felt my stomach twist tighter with every step. “Here we are,” he said, pulling out a chair. Amara slid into hers quickly, reaching for the menu with wide eyes. Max sat across from us, his smile directed at me, and I forced myself to return it, even if it felt… strained. “So, Amara,” Max began once the menus were settled, leaning slightly toward her. “Do you like the beach so far?” Amara tilted her head, studying him with that quiet sharpness that sometimes reminded me too much of her father. “It’s okay. I like playing in the water more than sitting here.” I gave her hand a squeeze under the table, but Max only chu