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“You noticed it, too, then?” I turn sideways to steer around a couple making out.
“Yeah.” A frown forms on his face, but he promptly gathers himself. “It’s fine. We don’t need to be around him for the rest of the night. In fact, let’s go get high and do something else.” He starts up the stairs, saying with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Something more fun.”
I’m not sure why, but butterflies dance inside my stomach.
I’m probably just being stupid. And I’m not even sure what I’m being stupid about.
Still, by the time we reach Hunter’s bedroom door, my heart is racing a million miles a minute. He doesn’t open the door right away, instead rummaging through his pocket, the chain on his beltloop jingling.
“What’re you doing?” I wonder.
“I locked my room,” he informs me as he takes out a key. “I didn’t want anyone coming in here.”
Now that I think about it, we didn’t put cameras in this room.
Once he gets the door unlocked, he pulls me inside the room with him. Then he shuts the door, locks it, and leans against it, studying me.
I think if it were anyone else, I’d probably freak out. I mean, we’re in his bedroom and he just locked the door. I feel safe, though. Probably more safe than I ever have.
That thought waves across me, and my legs shake so badly that I sit down on the bed.
“Are you okay?” Hunter asks, chewing on his bottom lip.
No, scratch that. He’s not chewing on his bottom lip. He’s sucking on his lip ring.
It’s … sexy … Oh my God, it is. And it’s making my stomach do funny things.
But I probably shouldn’t be thinking that … right?
I blame it on being slightly tipsy and high.
I manage a nod. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just a bit buzzed.”
He frowns. “Maybe we shouldn’t get stoned then. I don’t want you to be completely incoherent.”
“Dude, I’m far from being completely incoherent. Trust me; I have a way higher tolerance than that. I’m just buzzed.”
He eyes me over while continuing to chew on his lip ring.
Internally sighing, I stand up so he’ll know I’m fine. Then I make my way over to him and put my hands on my hips.
“See? Totally fine.” I grin.
That gets him to grin, too. Then, shaking his head and smiling, he pushes away from the door. “So damn adorable,” he mumbles under his breath as he passes me.
I playfully poke him in the side. “Hey, stop calling me that.”
He freezes—tenses—and I realize I poked him, like on his side where his scars are.
I open my mouth to apologize, but the words fade when he turns to me with his brow cocked.
“You really want to start a tickling war with me, pretty Raven?” he questions with a smirk.
“Hey, I didn’t tickle you,” I protest, but he reaches for me and lightly tickles my side.
It’s high enough that he doesn’t touch my scars, and I sputter a laugh.
“Hey, dude,” I cry out through my laughter. “Stop that!”
