Page 64 of Pinkie Promise

He stays standing upright and he pulls his jumper off from over his head, tossing it beside me before raking his fingers through his fringe. His shirt lifts up as he tugs at his hair and I stare entranced at the happy trail rupturing its way down the centre of his thick abs.

“Yeah,” he grunts. “Seeing as you won’t let me take you to the movies again.”

I look at him coyly from under my lashes. He maintains my eye-contact while untying the knot at the top of his joggers.

“I’ve been busy,” I tell him. “We’vebeen busy.”

He gives me a half-smile, dropping his cell onto the coffee table behind him. “Your schedule’s so damn tight. Thank fuck I get to spend some time with you over Christmas break.”

I purse my lips and he pauses his fingers.

“What?” he asks, his jaw ticking.

“It was really sweet that you said you’d stay here over Christmas but… you don’t have to do that. You should spend it with your family.”

“My family lives here, Fallon, in Carter Ridge. I don’t need to spend the whole break with them to see them.”

“But you have siblings, little cute ones. You should go.”

“Fallon, it drives me fucking insane how hard it is to get a hold of you.”

His chest is pumping in fast swollen drives. When I pull down the zipper on his jacket it starts pumping even faster.

“You got any work you wanna do while you’re here?” he asks as I shrug the sleeves down my arms. His eyes land on my cheer outfit and he rolls both of his shoulders.

“Nope,” I tell him, dangling the jacket out for him to take. “I don’t have my laptop. I’ll have to wait until I’m back at the condo.”

“D’you, uh…” He scratches at the back of his neck and glances towards his bedroom. “D’you wanna change into something more comfortable?”

I kick off my little shoes and prop my feet up on the coffee table. He rakes his eyes up my legs, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip when he reaches the top of my thighs.

“I thought you liked what I was wearing,” I say quietly, cocking my head and lacing my fingers over my waist.

He grips both of his hands behind his head, exposing his large tan biceps. They’re thicker than my thighs and I’m completely in love with them.

“Okay,” he rasps out. “I’m gonna go to the kitchen – make some drinks, grab some food. You can pick a movie and, uh… if the weather stays like this, you can take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” I counter.

“Fallon, no.”

“Hunter, yes.”

He stares down at me with a dangerously calm expression. I tilt my head again and he gives me one of those self-assured jerks of his chin. “Then it looks like we’re both sleeping on the couch.”

He kicks off his shoes and gestures over to the TV.

“There’s a stack of DVDs if you wanna pick one. Or I can grab my laptop and download something. Literally anything. Whatever you want.”

“What snacks are you getting for me?” I ask, a smile in my voice as I watch him walk to the kitchen and begin pulling bowls and packets from the cupboards.

He turns to flash me a boyish grin. “All the sugary stuff.”

I smile back at him before clambering upright and padding over to their DVD stack.

“You were really good at our previous training sessions, by the way,” I tell him as I settle cross-legged on the floor and set the pile of DVDs between my knees. “When you had me standing balanced on your hands and held me steady so that I could do the split kicks? I didn’t actually know that you’d be able to handle it.”

I hear him still in the kitchen, his eyes burning into my cheeks. “I promised,” he says simply.

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