Hugo was staring at Celine's lips.
Not subtly. Not even close.
He was using the Triangle Method—glancing at her eyes, then her lips, then back to her eyes, over and over again.
He didn't even know if he was doing it exactly right, but who cared?!
Because Celine? Celine was staring back.
Her big bright eyes held a spark of amusement, like she could see right through his little tactic. But beneath that was something else—curiosity.
A small, teasing smirk played at her lips. The very lips Hugo had been dreaming about since the dawn of time.
She tilted her head, her voice smooth and playful. "What if I say yes?"
Hugo's heart nearly exploded.
His entire brain hit a blue screen error. His soul did backflips.
He had two choices here: fumble the bag and never recover, or go all in.
And Hugo? Hugo was going all in.
He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a low, sensual tone. "Then I'd have no choice…"
