He stared at the ceiling above him, realizing it had all been a dream. It <b>was </b>a dream about Celine.


    <b>Last </b>night, she appeared in his dream.


    Adam’s throat tightened, and every muscle in his body tensed. His young, vigorous body was particrly sensitive in the early morning. Slowly, he slid his hand beneath the covers, surrendering to his own desire.


    The snow had fallen all night, and today, the group <b>had </b>nned to go skiing.


    Everyone had gathered, but Adam was still not there.


    “<b>Where’s </b>Adam?” someone asked.


    “I’ll go get him,” another offered.


    Just as they were about <b>to </b>call him, Adam emerged from his room.


    “Adam, good morning,” someone greeted.


    His expression was unreadable, but the cold air around him made him seem even more unapproachable than usual. He nodded slightly and replied<b>, </b>” Moming”


    “Great, now that Adam’s here, let’s head to the ski resort,” one of the seniors said.


    As Adam joined the group, his eyes were drawn to Celine. She was standing with Randall, who was chatting with her.


    “I sent you a message earlier. Did you see it?” Randall asked.


    Celine smiled and nodded. “Yes, Handall I say it,” she replied.


    Adam let out a low, humorlessugh “Randall, you have Celine’s WhatsApp?” he asked sharply.


    Randall nodded casually. “Of course,” he said.


    “one


    The seniors chimed in as well. “Adam, we all have Celine <b>on </b>WhatsApp. Don’t you?” one of them asked with mild surprise.


    Adam was silent.


    Everyone else had her WhatsApp–except him. She had added the entire group yet deliberately left him out.


    His mood soured even more as he turned his sharp gaze toward Celine,


    Celine felt the intensity of his stare and instinctively stiffened. Why was he looking at her like that? His re was as oppressive as a thunderstorm<b>, </b><b>She </b>didn’t add him as she had no intention of having any further ries with him.


    “Let’s get going, everyone,” Celine said.


    Half an hourter, they arrived at the ski resort.


    While everyone geared up, one of the seniors approached Celine. “Celine, do you know how to ski?”


    Celine shook her head. “No, I don’t,” she admitted


    “Randall, you’ll <b>take </b>care of Celine then,” the senior said with a smile.


    “Randall’s a fantastic skier. You’re in good hands, Celine,” another added.


    After putting on his skis, Randall glided across the snow with effortless grace. After a few sleek turns to show off his skills, he stopped in front of Celine.


    He extended his hands to her. “Celine, give me your hands. I’ll teach you one–on–one today,” he said warmly.


    “Thank you, Randall,” she said.


    <b>She </b>gingerly ced her hands in his, and Randall led her into the skiing area.


    Adam, who stood off to the side, observed the scene with a stormy expression. His eyes locked on the sight of their sped hands, <b>and </b>his mood soured even further


    Randall <b>proved </b>to be an excellent teacher, and Celine quickly picked


    Sheughed out loud, enjoying herself immensely.


    up the basics. Before long, she let go of his hands and begen skiing on her own.


    Suddenly, a skler behind her lost control and headed straight for her. The person shouted in panie, “Move! Get out of the way!”


    Celine froze in panic. She wanted to step aside, but as a novice, her feet refused to cooperate. Just as the skier was about to collide with her, <b>a </b>figurenged forward and tackled her out of the way.


    Though the impact was avoided, both of them hit the snow and rolled down the slope in a tangled heap.