Sienna fit in his arms like he was born to hold her.
I can't lie next to you every day, maybe not ever, and I won't get to anytime soon. She told herself, looking at her reflection in his dark shades.
Wasn't she the one who told him that she wasn't interested in men?
Yet here she was. On his lap. In his arms.
She could feel her thigh burning where his hand was placed. His other arm was around her waist, keeping her glued to him.
She could feel heat spreading under his touch.
"H—Hunter," She called his name, but her voice barely made it.
He didn't answer. The teasing smile that was there on his face minutes ago had already vanished, and now there was an unreadable expression.
"I …" She tilted her head to look down before glancing back at him, "I really wish— you could get rid of—"
She trailed off.
Hunter had pinched his lower lip between his teeth. He let it go before letting out a sigh, "Get rid of what, menace?" His face got a little closer, "My clothes?"
