Page 26 of Valentine's Kisses
After starting the car, he grabs my hand, and we mosey on down the road. Staring at our interlaced fingers gives me pause. How can something so new, so wrong, feel so familiar, and so right? Like our souls have known each other our entire lives. As thrilling as that thought is, it's also scary as hell.
I've never been one to believe in soulmates. My beliefs fall more on the spectrum that relationships are what you make them. They aren’t predestined, and some partners just fit better than others. However, that doesn’t give me any solace now. What if no one ever makes me feel the things that Hunter has in our limited acquaintance?
Doubt about my decision to never see him in this capacity again is playing with my already flighty emotions. I’ve always been a dutiful daughter. I was raised to always do what is best for our family unit. When Liliane came along, that teaching was amped up even more. The Clayborne-Gable family has embraced us as their own. Step was not in their vocabulary. That meant Hunter and I could never be. We have tonight, nothing more, nothing less.Sadness sets in when I realize it will only take a little over an hour for him to get me back home.
"Where'd you go?" Hunters asks.
Shaking my head, I smile sheepishly. "Just in my head. It's been a great night, but..."
He gives me a knowing grin. "But you're not ready to go home yet?"
I shake my head no. "Not really."
He nods. "Good. Me either. Tacos?"
Why does he have to be my stepbrother?"Just buy me some tacos and tell me I'm pretty."
Hunter throws his head back and laughs. "Done."
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She seems reluctant for me to take her home, thankfully, because apparently kidnapping people is wrong.
-Hunter
Since moving to Savannah, I've becomea foodie of sorts. The south, especially this part of it, is a smorgasbord of different foods and flavors. When it comes to Mexican Food this hole in the wall place near River Street is the best. Grabbing our to go order from the waitress who lets her hand linger on mine a little too long, makes me almost cringe out of my skin. Although, the smile she gives me is halfway returned, I'm not a total dick. It'snot her fault she isn't the beautiful vixen that’s currently waiting in my car. Nobody is.
"Thank you." Is my only reply.Had I not met Fun Size tonight that little subtle invitation would have wound up being reciprocated. However, the brunette shade of her hair isn’t quite dark enough. Nor does her eyes shine like a thousand diamonds in the sky. It's no contest.
After jumping in the car Lynx makes a big show about trying to take the bag from me. "Put your little fun size hand back over there, ma'am. You may not touch the tacos until we've reached the desired location."
She rolls her eyes. "You're such a prude."
My first thought was...I got your prude.However, my answer to her a simple one. "The way your sweet little pussy came all over my tongue not even an hour ago proved that was a lie."
She flips me off. "It's not polite to talk about such things when one is fully clothed." My grip tightens on the steering wheel.Fuck.Talk about turning the tables. Visions of her naked riding my tongue is on instant replay.
She laughs. "Your expression is priceless. Where are you taking me?"
Lifting my eyebrow, I lace our fingers back together. "It's a secret."
She gives me her best pout, but no ma’am. "You're cute, but I'm still not telling you."
She growls. "Okay. Whatever."
I turn the music up and we sing along to every word. Driving past the airport, I pull down one of the side roads to the left. This is one of my favorite spots to come and just be. A plane is flying above our heads as we get out of my car. She gazes up at the sky, holding out her hands on either side of her as she giggles with abandon. I can't hear the sound over the engine of the plane eventhough I wish I could. She takes my breath away. Taking my phone from my pocket I take her picture without her knowing. That’ll be my new screensaver.
Taking a blanket out of my trunk, I lay it on the ground. After pulling a Crestwood Hockey hoodie over her head, we sit down to hand out the food. "First off, I want to tell you how pretty you are. Secondly, here's your tacos."
Scrunching up her face she pokes out her bottom lip. "Thank you, Hunter."
Bowing elegantly, then I throw some lettuce at her head. "Are you going to tell me your name yet?"
Giving me a shy smile, she shrugs in contemplation. "Maybe. Maybe not."
She's driving me fucking crazy. I've never had to work this hard to get a woman to melt at my feet. "Are you trying to kill me?"
She laughs. "It's not that serious." My mouth has nothing to say back, but my face tells a different story. It's speaking volumes. Finally, Fun Size, takes pity on me. "Lynx McNeal."
