Celeste's POV
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Beach house, 10:15 Am
"Well, well…" Luther whistled when I walked into the living room. "Look who's already up and about after barely escaping death."
He'd been standing while speaking to Silas who sat on a sofa with his tablet on. Both seemed like they were in the middle of some important discussion.
Probably pack business.
Sometimes I forgot they actually ran a whole pack and business while simultaneously pursuing supernatural education.
"You're just in time," Luther went on as I drew closer to him, unaware of what I was about to do. "We'd just set the dining table and the sauce Atlas made tasted divine. You—"
Without letting him finish, I grabbed his collar, pulling him down until our lips collided. His eyes were wide with shock, his hands suspended mid-air.
That was only for two seconds.
He kissed me back, slinging an arm around my waist. He pressed me against his chest, letting me feel his bare muscles underneath.
