Page 99 of Tangled Up In You
I got out of the car and walked up the porch.
“Honey, I’m home,” I said like the goofball I was as I went inside.
“Oh yeah?” Hunter called from the kitchen. “Why don’t you come peel these sweet potatoes then, honey?”
Cracking a smile at his smartass mouth, I entered the kitchen. Hunter moved the glasses up his nose as he read something in his recipe book, looking too fucking cute. I hugged him from behind, kissing his shoulder. He smelled like cooking spices and his subtle cologne.
He turned in my arms and kissed my jaw. “About time you got home.”
“Feel free to punish me later,” I suggested, wiggling my eyebrows.
“Shut up and kiss me,” he said before taking a handful of my shirt and drawing me to his chest.
Obeying his command, I kissed him. His soft lips opened to welcome my tongue, and I tasted him like I was an addict and he was my drug of choice. Hunter moaned and snaked his arm around my waist, swirling his tongue with mine.
I would never get tired of kissing him.
With that thought, another one sprang to existence. Well, more like a memory. One of us as eighteen year old boys, lying together by a lake in the summer—the summer before everything changed between us. Hunter had tasted like banana Laffy Taffy as we’d made out on the grass, beneath the hot sun.
“I think I could spend forever kissing you,” I said, staring into his big brown eyes and holding his hips.
At first, Hunter didn’t seem to catch on, but then…he did. His features softened and he nuzzled my jaw.
“I think I’d let you,” he responded, repeating the exact words he’d said to me all those years ago.
Second chances rarely happened in life. Once something was broken, it was hard to pick up the pieces and make it whole again. Hunter and I had been given a second chance, and there was no way in hell I was letting it go to waste. We’d done a lot to fuck it up between us, and yet, we somehow found our way back to each other.
Found our way back home.
The End
