Bryan's POV

I stir in my sleep, open my eyes, and yawn loudly. I sit upright thinking it is my usual time to wake up and go to work when my eyes go to the wall clock, I realize it is 7 am already.

I curse and try to climb down from the bed when I see the mug sitting comfortably on the nightstand beside me. The memories of what happened a few hours ago rushed and I shut my eyes in denial.

I throw my head back against the headboard, opening my eyes. I can't believe Celine came into my room again and saw me having a nightmare.

Why...