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Hungered for.
So, what was I afraid of? What was holding me back?
That he’d leave me again.
“What has you thinking so hard, babe?”
“Shit!” I yelped, dropping my can of Sunkist on the ground. It splattered all over my legs. “Don’t sneak up on me like that, jerk.”
“Sweetheart, I called your name three times.” Hunter wrapped an arm around my midsection and pulled me back against his chest. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just thinking.” His warm breath on the side of my neck caused goose bumps to erupt, my heart rate to accelerate, and my mind to wander toward the goodbye kiss he’d given me last night. The expression weak in the knees was something I now understood. “What’re you doing here?”
I’d sent him a text earlier explaining my need for a quiet night in.
“I’m here for our sleepover.” At my snort, he chuckled. “Fine, I’m crashing and brought a few offerings.”
Squeezing his hand, I looked back at him. “Go on. What kind of offerings?”
“How does Pad Thai from that joint you love and a few movies from Redbox sound?”
“No dessert?”
“Salted caramel brownies.”
A rumbling noise came from my stomach, causing us to laugh. “You may stay for now.”
“The night, baby. I’m not leaving.” With that, he lifted me in his arms and carried me inside. Hunter didn’t stop until he reached the kitchen and set me down on the countertop beside the sink. “Don’t move.”
“Okay.”
“And next time, lock your door. I walked right in with the food.” He gave me a pointed look, then walked away leaving me on the counter while he went to search for something in the half bath.
“Need help?” I called out, turning my body so I could place my bare feet inside the sink. Turning the faucet on, I pumped a bit of the hand soap Mom kept beside the dishwashing liquid and washed my legs.
The Sunkist had dried, and it felt nasty.
“Nope.” Hunter came back with a towel in hand and a fuzzy pair of socks.
“Where did you get those?” Because they weren’t mine.
“Bought them at Target for you.” Drying my feet with his towel, he turned me back around and picked up a foot at a time. He slipped the soft socks on before lifting me once more and taking me into the living room.
It was dark inside.
Just a few lit candles scattered about.
On the coffee table there was an assortment of containers, a few bottles of water, and two DVDs. One was a romantic comedy and the other some action flick that I recognized the main character from his time as a wrestler.
Even my cat was giving us some privacy. I’d caught sight of her tail as she climbed the stairs to the second floor.
“When did you…?”
“I might’ve taken advantage of how unobservant you were outside.”
The second he lowered me to the ground, I turned in his arms and raised on the tip of my toes, cupped his face in my hands, and brought him down enough that I could press my lips to his.
“It’s perfect.”
