“Zavier.” Snapping pulls me out of my daydream. Celine taps her foot in rapid succession on the hardwood floor and lets out a huff. “Did you hear me?” “You want to get married and have my babies? Great plan. Love that plan.” Her cheeks burn red, and she chucks a pillow at my head. “Shut up. You know what? I don’t care that I’m stealing your bed.” Hair flows around her shoulders as she abruptly turns and closes the door behind her.
