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Luna
Iwoke up with a sense of contentment that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. And then I remembered last night, how Hunter and I had finally given in and had sex for the first time.
I blushed at the memory and smiled, feeling a deep sense of connection to him that I had never felt before.
As if reading my mind, Hunter entered the room, wearing nothing but a pair of black cotton pants, and leaned down to kiss me gently on the forehead.
“Good morning,” he said, his gaze filled with tenderness.
His beauty was breathtaking with piercing eyes that sparkled with intrigue, set beneath perfectly arched dark eyebrows. A tousled head of raven-black hair added allure, making him even more irresistible when it fell into an artfully messy style.
“Good morning.”
I pulled the covers up to my chest. We had never made it out of the guest bedroom last night, surrendering to the exhaustion right here in each other’s arms.
As the sun rose slowly over the horizon, its warm rays filtered through the sheer curtains of the bedroom, casting a soft glow on everything it touched. The gentle light enveloped the room in a tender embrace, as if the room itself was infused with a sense of love and intimacy that the two of us shared.
“I have a surprise for you,” Hunter said, offering me his hand. “Come with me.”
“I don’t have anything to wear. You tore everything, except my skirt.”
A mischievous gleam flickered through his eyes. He walked over to a dresser, opened the drawer, and pulled out a T-shirt.
“You keep clothes in here?” I asked.
“Occasionally, one of my brothers would have too much to drink at one of our events and wouldn’t drive home. So, I threw a few T-shirts in here.”
Hunter tossed the T-shirt onto the bed and put his hands into his pockets, watching me slide it over my body.
“Perhaps we should forget the surprise and have a repeat of last night.”
I smiled as I stood up, the T-shirt coming down to my mid-thigh. “But I want to see the surprise.”
Hunter offered his hand to me—a gesture that spoke volumes, even more than our spicy night. Sex could have been a momentary release of passion, fueled by anger and fear stemming from what might have happened. But this…he was offering his hand to meafterthe storm, when he was altogether calm and collected.
I placed my hand in his, that same spark igniting that I’d had last night when he touched me. Maybe even more so now, as he guided me down the hallway.
I digested everything around us—the black-and-white photos of Chicago hanging on the walls, the hardwood flooring cool beneath my feet—and when we passed by a bathroom, I halted.
“You have a whirlpool tub?” I asked. Which was a stupid question. Of course his mansion would have a whirlpool tub. Probably more than one.
“You like baths?” Hunter asked, as if every little detail about me was profoundly interesting to him.
“Growing up, the apartment we lived in had one bathroom with only a shower. Then I lived in the college dorms, a small apartment after that, and now the cottage. Which also has just a single shower and no bathtub. But one time, when I was a teenager, we stayed in a hotel room that actually had a garden tub. When I soaked in it, the whole world just vanished around me. Like there was no room for my problems.”
Hunter’s Adam’s apple rose and fell. It seemed to take him a moment to collect himself, clear his throat, and nod his chin toward the staircase.
“Come on.”
Upon entering the kitchen, I was greeted by a magnificent array of mouthwatering food blanketing the entire center island. A vibrant display of colors and scents beckoned to be tasted. Golden-brown plates of pancakes, waffles, and French toast sat invitingly, accompanied by crispy hash browns. The deep reds of ripe strawberries vied for attention against the rich blues of plump blueberries, and amid this enticing medley, the aroma of sweet, velvety maple syrup wafted through the air, making my mouth water.
“Are you hosting a breakfast?” I asked, suddenly worried a flood of people were about to walk in on me, wearing nothing but a T-shirt.
Hunter squeezed my hand.
“This is for you, Luna. I didn’t know what you liked, so I had Maria make a little of everything.”
As I stood there, taking in the scene before my eyes, a wave of emotions washed over me. My heart swelled with gratitude, and a warmth spread through my chest, but behind it, a hint of guilt seeped in.
