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“If you continue to dance, you could end up in the hospital.”
In New York, my physicals were ignored for the simple fact that my parents made a large donation to the school as hush money. Because, God forbid, their daughter couldn’t continue to dance. But here at Brooks, I don’t have that option. And at my next visit, if my numbers aren’t better and I’m not having less asthma flare-ups…Dr. Kramp won’t sign off on the clean bill of health I need to continue on. He even made a point to tell me that.
But I’m hopeful that with all the medication switch-ups, along with some other things he suggested I try, I’ll prove to him and myself that my lungs can handle dancing. After all, if I don’t have dance…what the heck will I have?
I wouldn’t even have Hunter to hang out with, seeing as he’s my dance partner.
Hunter calls me just as my Uber pulls up, and I head toward it. Hitting Ignore, I make a mental note to call him when I get back home. Not that I need a mental note—I’m sure I won’t forget.
Which is stupid.
Hunter
Just like not long ago, I sit on the same steps outside of Sutton’s house. This time, no one comes out to greet me.
After trying to both call and text her and getting no answer, I decided to just show up. This seems to be becoming a regular occurrence for us. Her ignoring me. Me acting like a caveman, rolling in, unannounced. But I really don’t give a fuck how it looks, to be honest.
When a small car pulls into the driveway, I hold my hand over my head and squint to see who it is. And, thank fuck, out comes Sutton from the backseat. Seconds later, the car backs out, pulling away as she heads toward me.
“Hey,” she says, sounding off, almost like she’s bummed out about something. “I was going to call you back. I was getting in the Uber when you called. And then my phone died.”
“Your phone died,” I deadpan. “While in a fucking Uber. Christ almighty, Sutton. You should have asked to use my truck. I had practice anyway. I could have gotten a ride with one of the guys after.” I stand, stepping toward her. “My girlfriend shouldn’t have to Uber anywhere. And she certainly wouldn’t do it with no phone to use in case the driver ended up being a serial killer or some shit.”
Looking toward the house to make sure no one is by the door, she narrows her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, and I know she’s about to get sassy. And that’s okay because, to be honest, my cock loves it when she is.
“Yeah, except like I told you before, I’m not actually your girlfriend, Thompson,” she whispers, hissing like a damn feral cat. “So, an Uber works just fine, thanks.”
When she starts to walk past me, I step in front of her, blocking her from passing.
She glares up at me. “What?! What do you want, Hunter?”
“What I want is for you to actually pretend to be my fucking girl, Little Bird. That’s what I want.” I drop my mouth a little lower to hers, looking down. “Are you going to start acting like it or not?”
Her eyes dart around me, and I know someone’s watching us.
“Poppy,” she mutters, clearly annoyed. “Nosy bitch is watching us like we’re a freaking Bravo reality show.”
“Then, let’s make it worth her time. I’ve watched enough of that shit with my sister to know it’s a hell of a show,” I coo before leaning my head down and gripping her chin.
“What are you doing, Hunter?” she whispers, looking at me, completely scared.
“Kissing my girlfriend,” I growl, bringing my lips to hers and kissing her like she’s actually mine. My hand slides to her neck, and there’s no mistaking her body folding against mine.
She tastes like sweet, minty gum, and she kisses me back like her life depends on this fucking act we’re putting on for her roommate. My cock hardens, and I curse myself for wearing sweatpants over here.
I pull her bottom lip between my teeth before I finally pull back, resting my forehead on hers. “If she was questioning it before, I’d say she’s fucking convinced we’re together now,” I grumble. “Good job, Little Bird. Now, you’re finally acting like you belong to me.”
“I don’t belong to you,” she mutters. “But, sure, I’ll play.”
When I release her and she stumbles back, she looks at the house. “She’s gone.” Her eyes move to mine, her cheeks hot and her face flushed. “So, what are you doing here?”
“My parents want to go to dinner with me on Thursday. I’d like you to come with me.”
Her eyes widen before narrowing, and she rears her head back, a look of disgust on her face. “What? No way, Hunter.”
“A deal is a deal,babe.If you’re going to be my fake girlfriend, you’re going to need to go to this kind of shit with me. And I’ll do the same for you. And don’t worry; I broke the news to my dad that we’re together.”
“And?” She bites her lip. “How mad was he?”
