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If I woke up every day to this, I’d die happy.My heart beat faster as he cupped the back of my head, running his thumb over my cheekbone.
Everything about his touch felt ethereal, magnetic. As if I couldn’t get enough the more I took in; I wanted all of him again.
Before I could move, he shifted behind him, leaning over the side of the bed to his jeans on the floor.
That’s when the closeness of his naked body hit me all at once, reminiscing on the muscular frame of his core commanding me to take of my shorts, the fullness of his penis crashing inside of me.If there was a name perfectly suited for him, it would be Hunter.
When he returned to his original position, he held something in his hands… something silver and red.
“You’ve got to stop returning my gifts, Bambi. It’s twice now.” He laughed, wrapping my fingers around the I <3 Nebraska keychain I’d given back in the letter.
I pressed my lips together, chuckling softly. “You have to stop pissing me off.”
“No can do, sweetheart. Take it or leave it.”
“I don’t have a choice then, do I?”
His smile faded as he pondered for a moment, glancing behind him at the wall clock.
“You still leavin’?” He swallowed, barely meeting my gaze.
My eyes flicked to the only remaining thing on the bare beige wall; my P&D’s schedule, reminding me that I had work in twenty minutes if I chose to stay.
A brick lodged itself in my throat. “This shouldn’t change anything…”
He scanned my face, pressing his hand into the arch of my back. “But does it?”
It did. I hated to admit it but it really freaking did. What an embarrassment it was, for the second time in two years, that I decided to shift my life because of a man. When would I learn? This was my chance. I had a reason to go. I had something calling for me.
“I’m an aunt now, Hunter. My brother had his daughter a week ago.”
His silence lingered as he blew out a breath, pressing his lips into a thin smile. “That’s amazin’, Bambi.”
“Hunter –”
“No, I know it don’t seem it. But I understand why you’re leavin’. You got a job up there? Do you need help movin’ things into your car?” He pushed out of the sheets and pulled on his jeans, flipping open some boxes.
“Hunter, stop.”
“This is heavy.” He pointed to my cooler. “I can lift it for ya.”
“Hunter…”
“What? Marley?” He spun around, his breath hitching as he stared at me with sorrow.
Two hands slid down his face as he turned away again. “It’s theleast… it’s the least I could do for drivin’ you away.”
At this point, I staggered out of bed, carrying the sheets draped around me. “You didn’t do anything.”
“Then tell me. Would you have left if I wasn’t such an asshole? I don’t doubt you would’ve considered it. But packin’ up your shit like this? Would you have?”
“I haven’t…” I placed my palm against his cheek, soaking up his worry and frustration. “I haven’t left yet.”
He took a step closer, grabbing my face with two hands and pressed his forehead against mine. “Then don’t.”
Soft lips crashed against my mouth as he threw the cloth off my body and hoisted me up, squeezing my bare ass tightly.
The tank top he ordered me to keep on last night rubbed against his naked torso, hindering the warmth I so desperately craved.
