Chapter 80

Celine's frantic movements only made things worse. The more she struggled, the tighter her hair tangled around the button. She switched her position, pulling at her hair with increased urgency. Just then, Adam's low, slightly hoarse voice sounded above her. "Celine." He was calling her name. With a sharp tug, she finally snapped the strand of hair and freed herself. She sat upright and replied, "What is it?" Adam looked at her. "Was that intentional?" It was only then that Celine realized something was off. To untangle her hair, she had ended up sitting astride him. Her mind went blank. Adam's firm, sculpted waist was directly beneath her. His sharp eyes grew red, a fiery intensity flashing through them. Beneath his silk pajamas, the muscles of his chest and abdomen tightened visibly. His large hands gripped her delicate waist firmly, his voice rough. "Get off." Celine's fair cheeks blushed as her disheveled hair framed her face. Her wide, deer-like eyes betrayed her flust