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“It’s different with you,” I tell him.

Hunter runs his fingers through the longer section of hair I haven’t reached yet. “So you’re not using me as a rebound to get over Ben before you meet a sculptor in New York?”

I bite my bottom lip to hide my smile. “A sculptor?”

There’s a slight ruddiness to Hunter’s cheeks. “You know, a guy who’s more your type.”

I shove away from the desk I was leaning against and take a seat on his lap. Hunter’s hands fall to my hips automatically as I straddle him. “You’remy type, Hunter. I don’t remember the night we met in some vague sense. I remember it well, because I’ve thought about it a lot. Because I’ve always been attracted to you. Because I’ve never thought of you as a rebound. Ben was basically my rebound fromyou. If, you know, ten-minute conversations counted as relationships.”

One corner of his mouth kicks up an inch. I poke the dimple that appears in his cheek, and it deepens.

“Sean called me that night. That’s why I left—why it took me so long to come back. By the time I did, you were gone.”

“I should have waited longer.”

“I should have tracked you down. The first few weeks of school were crazy, and the next time I saw you you were holding hands with Ben. I thought I’d missed my shot.”

“You didn’t,” I whisper.

Relief is obvious in Hunter’s expression, but there’s still some worry lingering. He exhales. “I’m planning to pick Penn, Eve. I had a long talk with my parents last night, and…as much as I wish the world didn’t work this way, I’ll have a lot more opportunities if I choose a more prestigious school than UW. I wish I could do something for Sean, but I can’t, and it’s selfish, but I can’t sit around and wait for him to relapse again.”

I smooth the crease on his forehead with one finger. “I think Penn is a great choice, Hunter. It’s a great school. Philadelphia is supposed to be really nice.”

“It’s not New York.”

“Well, nowhere elsecanbe.”

Beneath my palms, Hunter’s chest heaves with a heavy exhale. “You would consider long distance?”

“Yeah. Short distance seems to be going well.”

He smiles briefly. “I’m serious, Eve.”

“So am I. I want you, Hunter. I want you when you’re right in front of me and I’ll want you just as much when we’re in different states.” I circle my hips on his lap. “Maybe even more, because I’ll be missingthistoo.”

One corner of his mouth curves up again, creasing a comma in his cheek. “Good to know you mostly want me for my dick.”

The dick that’s rapidly growing, right between my spread thighs, putting pressure on the perfect spot.

“Itwaslove at first sight in the motel bathroom,” I admit.

Hunter laughs as his hands roam higher. I moan when he reaches my tits, rubbing my nipples into aching points in seconds. We had sex less than an hour ago, but I’m desperate for more.

“We should take another road trip,” he tells me. “Stop at a hotel with a big shower and no pillow wall.”

“That sounds perfect,” I murmur.

My arms wind around his neck—dislodging the towel, which falls to the floor—as I grind harder against his erection, but it isn’t just torture for him.

I pull back far enough so that I can run a hand down the firm muscles of his stomach and into the waistband of his joggers. Hunter grunts when I fist the base and tug his cock free from the confines of the fabric, the elastic waistband easily giving way.

He’s fully hard, the fat tip already leaking pre-cum.

Hunter grins. “I guess getting dressed was a waste of time.”

I almost fall as I stand, the sudden rush of lust making my limbs heavy and my reflexes sluggish. I catch myself with one hand on the desk, toppling my yellow sketchpad. I’m too impatient to pick it up, my fumbling fingers busy trying to find my waistband.

Hunter is stroking himself, gaze hooded and heavy with lust as he watches me attempt to undress. He looks so sexy, fully dressed with the evidence of his desire on display.

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