Celeste's POV
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Montecito, 8:22 Am
'Celeste.'
'Wake up.'
My eyes opened wide when I heard a voice. It sounded close. Like really close.
I turned to my left and right, squinting with confusion when I didn't see them. My mates.
The bed was a mess, my body tucked under a soft bed cloth. Fresh morning air blew past the balcony entrance, sunlight streaming past the clouds left by last night's rain.
That wasn't all.
Standing on the balcony with a glass of wine and his back facing me was none other than Azrael. He was still, donned in the black robe from last night.
Images of all we did flashed through my mind.
Heat crawled down my neck but before I could lie back and pretend I didn't hear that voice call me—
"You're awake." Azrael intoned, not bothering to turn back. "Good morning, little miss. I trust your sleep was... Restful."
Sigh. Spoke too soon.
I hopped off the bed, keeping the bed cloth covering my nakedness. "G–Good morning, Azrael."
