Page 121 of Hunted: Season Two

Mouth.

Burning my eyes.

Skin.

I do my best not to inhale.

Not to ingest more of whatever’s slowing down my movements.

Functions.

Twisting and turning and throwing my weight around to escape are nothing more than wishes as every muscle in my body becomes subdued by the chemical compound until I drop lifelessly to the ground to the sound of two whispered words, “She’s. Mine.”

Chapter 24

Kipp

This is pretty fucking dumb.

And I feel pretty fucking dumb doing it.

But isn’t that love?

Isn’t that what it means tobein love?

Being willing to do dumb shit and then doing it?

ForFiatSake,how the fuck else do you explain me wearing oversized headphones, skis for no fucking reason, and trying to dance to some song about fire while fake snow rains down on us?

I have no interest in doing this shit.

But it makes my girl happy.

So.

Fucking.

Happy.

Her smile alone is brighter than any inferno these dudes could ever sing about.

Bunny bends her knees to the beat while wiggling her arms above her head to the rhythm, most likely actually singing versus mouthing along like some of the others dancing near us. I do my best to bounce my shoulders to the easy-to-follow pattern but mostly get lost in admiring the way her curvy body effortlessly sways to the sounds.

Gah, it’s like watching an Alfa Romeo 33 Stradale pull into the fucking parking lot.

I can’t look anywhere else.

I don’twannalook anywhere else.

Ever.

An unforeseen idea rearends me.

Shit.

Should I ask her to marry me?

Them?

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