Page 26 of The Chase

Guess he’s picking up right where he left off.

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SUMMER

THAT WASN’T TOO BAD. IMANAGED TO EXCHANGE SEVERALcordial sentences with Fitz without smacking him in his dumb face. Gold star for me! Except then take away my gold star and replace it with three rotten bananas because of the way my vagina responded to that dumb face.

It tingled.

Stupid vagina.

Ihatethat I still find him attractive after all the hurtful comments he made about me.

A knock on the door spares me from what probably would’ve been a solid hour of overthinking. Hunter saunters into the room and throws his lean, muscular body onto my bed.

“I need a nap.”

My mouth quirks in a wry smile. “Sure, go ahead and make yourself at home.”

“Aw, thanks, Blondie.” He winks, and proceeds to get even more comfortable by sprawling on his back and propping his arms behind his head.

Um, two tickets to the gun show, please.His arms areincredible. He’s changed into a wife beater that shows off defined biceps and broad shoulders. And his sweatpants ride low enough on his hips that I can see the smooth, tanned stretch of man vee. It’s just as tantalizing as the gun show.

Hunter is hot and he knows it. His lips curve when he notices me checking him out.

Ugh, those lips. I still remember how they’d felt pressed against mine. He was a good kisser. Not too aggressive, not too eager, the perfect amount of tongue.

I wonder how Fitzy kisses.

Like a jerk, Summer,my inner Selena Gomez says firmly.He kisses like a jerk.

Right. Because he’s a jerk.

“Why are you in my room, Hunter?” I ask, leaning a hip against my desk.

“Figured we should tackle the Big Talk right out of the gate.”

I sigh ruefully. “Good idea.”

“A’ight. Let’s do it.”

I graciously gesture toward him. “Men first.”

He snorts. “Coward.”

Laughing, I hop up and sit on the desk. “Honestly? I don’t even know what to say. We made out. It wasn’t a big deal.”

His dark eyes zero in on my bare legs, which are dangling over the edge of the desk. It’s obvious he likes what he sees, because his gaze turns molten. He reminds me a bit of Dean’s friend Logan, and not just because they look similar with their dark hair and hard bodies. Logan radiates sexual energy. I don’t know how to describe it, but there’s just something so raw and dirty about him. Hunter gives off that same vibe, and I can’t deny it affects me.

But just because we find each other attractive doesn’t mean we have to do anything about it.

“I know we texted a few times after that night, but I felt like there was more to talk about. You never really told me what it—” He stops abruptly.

I wrinkle my forehead. “I never told you what?”

He sits up and drags a hand over his scalp. He’s buzzed his hair since I last saw him, but it’s still long enough to rake his fingers through. “I was about to ask you what it meant.” He stares at me in horror. “I’ve become my worst nightmare.”

I burst out laughing. “Oh, honey. It’s okay—lots of men try to find meaning in New Year’s kisses.” I give him a pointed look.

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