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I inhale through my nose, filling my lungs as I contemplate what to say.
“You acted like a caveman,” I mutter. “And it was a little uncalled for.” Turning my head against the cushion, I stare at him. “And truthfully, it was too over the top. We might be trying to fool a few people in this world that we’re together, but come on, Hunter. We all know it doesn’t matter. And another thing, it’sElliot Klavert.Every girl’s wet dream.”
“Yeah, and what do you want, Sutton? Want me to wait till he’s slipped you a date rape drug next time before I step in?” He glares at me. “Use your fucking brain. He’s a creep. And if he so much as looks at you again, I’ll make sure he spends the next few months eating his meals from a straw.”
Taking a few steps toward me, he leaves me speechless when he reaches into the small pocket of my dress and slides his hand in. His fingers graze me through the fabric, making me suck in a breath. But just when I think he might actually go further, he pulls Elliot’s business card out, holding it in front of my face. He tears it into pieces, his eyes narrowed to slits.
“Guess you won’t be calling him now, will you? Fuck Elliot Klavert.”
“No, fuckyou,” I hiss.
I start to push myself up, but his hands anchor me to the cushions.
His face moves closer to mine, and his lips are a mere inch away from my own. He radiates with unmistakable anger.
“You make me fucking crazy, Little Bird,” he growls. “I’ve never been a jealous man a day in my life. Yet here I am, losing my fucking mind.”
“Yeah?” I whisper. “Well, what are you going to do about it then?”
When he moves his mouth closer, my eyes flutter shut with anticipation of his kiss. But just as his lips graze mine, his mother’s voice startles both of us. For the second time tonight, his parents have stopped us from taking something too far.
“Hunter? Is that you?”
Standing up straight, he looks past the bar, where she must be standing. “Hey, I thought you’d left.”
“Just forgot my phone,” she calls back, her voice moving closer as she comes around in front of us. “Oh good. I wanted a chance to thank you for coming, Sutton.”
She smiles at me, but I can read her like a book. She doesn’t trust me as far as she can throw me. Why should she though?
“Thank you so much, and y’all have fun.”
“Thank you, Sylvie.” I give her a sweet smile. “Have a nice night.”
“Night, sweetie,” she says to Hunter before leaving.
And I don’t know if I should thank her for saving us from whatever we were about to do or curse her for it.
“I’m, uh…” he says, dragging his hand through his hair. “Look, I don’t even fucking know what we’re doing anymore. I’m sorry that I’m acting like a jealous prick, but, fuck, you turn me into a monster,” he grumbles before turning away and walking behind the bar. “You want a drink? Seems like we could both use one. Or ten.”
“Yes,” I huff out. “Yes, I do.”
“What would you like?” he drawls, pouring himself a shot of Jameson and downing it, only to do it again. Slapping his shot glass on the bar, he looks at me.
Getting up, I saunter over to him, taking a seat on the other side of the bar. “I’ll have what you’re having, big guy.”
His eyes twinkle with something as he takes a second shot glass from under the bar and slides it to me, filling mine and his own.
Holding mine to his, I smirk. “To getting way too drunk and probably acting like morons.”
“Cheers, you absolute pain in my ass,” he mutters, clinking his against my own.
The second the liquor is down our throats, he’s pouring us another. And with the way my head starts to buzz after a few minutes and the way he’s looking at me…something tells me we’re about to do something very, very dumb.
Hunter
My head spins as we collapse on the couch next to each other. She’s so close that her smooth leg brushes against my own in my shorts. And she smells like some kind of mix between perfume and sweetness. I know I’ll regret all of these shots tomorrow morning, but something about this feels needed. Maybe it’s to break the ice between us. Maybe it’s to loosen her up. I don’t really know. All I know is, I’m drunk, and she’s looking really, really sexy.
“Truth or dare?” she blurts out, giggling, her cheeks a deep shade of pink from the Jameson. “Or are you too scaaarrrred, big guy?”
