The boy tilted his head then, studying Celeste the way children did. Before she could react, he reached out his tiny hand, caught a strand of her hair that had fallen loose, and tucked it gently behind her ear.
Celeste froze at the unexpected sweetness. Her lips parted in surprise. Her smile widened, and threatened to tear her lips.
Dominic frowned. His frown was immediate, subtle but sharp. His eyes narrowed just slightly at the gesture. It wasn't jealousy, not entirely. It was that unnameable tension, and a flare of possessiveness he didn't bother masking.
The boy giggled again, oblivious to the storm he'd stirred, and darted off, with his penguin clutched triumphantly to his chest.
Celeste straightened slowly, standing at her full height again. She couldn't stop the smile tugging at her lips, wide and unshakable. She watched the boy go.
