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“I think that’s quite enough touching,” comes a rough, demanding voice that makes us move apart. “Especially when this woman doesn’t belong to you.”
My lungs tighten from the knowledge of who the voice belongs to and I brave a look to my left, allowing my gaze to collide with my husband-to-be.
Hunter is standing mere paces away from us, glaring at Ryan as if he could cremate him with his stare. And still he manages to carry himself with that rough elegance you’d find on a sexy anime guy who is always the villain.
Ryan looks a little taken aback but I can see he’s doing his best to hold his own without looking fazed.
What is Hunter doing here?
And what the hell were my chances of running into him here? Today.
God, please tell me he didn’t hear what Ryan said to me—about not giving up.
Looking at Hunter, I can’t tell if he heard or not. I get the feeling, though, that he would have said something more about it if he had heard.
“Sorry, we just haven’t seen each other in a while,” Ryan answers, trying to sound cool but failing.
“Well now that your reunion is over, you can leave.”
My jaw drops and my cheeks grow hot with a mixture of anger and humiliation.
“Sure. My apologies again,” Ryan replies, then he glances back at me. “See you around, Luna.”
“See you,” I mumble uncomfortably.
Ryan walks away and I feel worse.
I’ve been gearing myself up to see Hunter on Sunday. Running into him now and hearing the way he spoke to Ryan feels like a slap in the face with a truck.
Who the hell does Hunter think he is?
I snap my gaze back to Hunter and find him already looking at me. This is the closest we’ve been since the night we met. It’s awkward as hell but I have to put him in his place.
“What is wrong with you?” I snap, feeling slightly triumphant for being able to release some of the steam from my chest. “You didn’t have to be so rude to him. He’s my friend.”
He walks right up to me, closing the space between us by stopping way too close, so close I can smell the scent of musk and his undertone of raw masculinity.
“Isn’t that the same Ryan you declared your undying love for and wanted to be your first?”
A lump slides down my throat, trapping my breath as I remember our little run-in.
“Yeah, I thought so,” Hunter continues with a hard stare that weakens my knees. “You would do well to remember you’re mine.”
My heart pounds faster in response to his reminder. Not from the menace in his tone, but from something else, something powerful, something I can’t describe but feel intensely.
It feels strange and as ill-fitting as a dress that’s way too tight, but at the same time I like the way it fits me.
Seriously, Luna, did you really lose yourself just because he called you his?
Maybe it’s because I’ve never belonged to a man before.
I suck in a breath and steel my spine to regain my composure. And my mind.
“I’m not yours yet.” My voice trembles but at least I get the words out. “There is no ring on my finger and my name is still Luna Bianchi.”
In response to my defiance he smiles the way he did days ago when I tried to decline the offer to marry him.
Hunter moves closer—as if he wasn’t close enough—and everything around me fades as if someone wiped all the people and all the things I felt moments ago away. Including seeing Ryan.
