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I have no words for how fucking good it was, so I don’t try to say anything. I just kiss her.

“It tastes like both of us,” she says, sucking on my bottom lip. “I like it.”

I like it too. I don’t need to say it out loud, though.

When Chance told me he was about to get a new stepsister, I could have never imagined getting a girlfriend. Someone I can see myself falling for. The only problem is that she’s into my two best friends, too.

“Are you hungry?” I ask, after keeping Zara in my arms for a long moment.

“Starving.”

I maneuver us to grab our takeout boxes behind me without moving her from my lap.

I’ve had more fancy dinners than I can count in my life, but nothing beats eating cold burgers, fries and fried pickles with Zara in my lap. If this is what dating is like,

I never want it to end.

Chapter 19

Ours

ZARA

Rain is battering every window of the house, as the wind howls menacingly and thunder clamors like the crazy drummer of a punk band. I’ve never seen a storm like this one.

“I don’t want to tell you what to do,” Chance says, coming out of nowhere and making me jump. “But whatever you and Lev have planned, I wouldn’t go out in this weather.”

I move one of the curtains of the living room windows to look outside, and it’s useless. The visibility is near to zero, and the sky is pitch black, despite it being only seven o’clock in the evening.

“I think that might be Lev.” I squint, to take a better look at what I think it might be a car’s headlights, but might also be the reflection of the lightning that keeps tearing the black velvet of the sky.

Chance comes to stand behind me, craning his neck to see outside. His clean cotton scent invades my senses; despite him not touching me, the heat radiating from his body causes goosebumps to scatter over the skin of my bare arms.

“I hope Lev is smart enough not to even attempt to go out in this weather.” Chance bites out. “I saw the forecast, and this storm is supposed to last all night.”

I turn around to look at him, and I find myself caged between Chance’s body and the bay window.

His eyes are dark and intense tonight, and I get a little lost in the swirl of blue and silver of his irises. He and Ares have the same eye shape, but while in the eldest Hunter brother’s eyes, the gray and silver are predominant, Chance’s eyes are mainly blue.

“Maybe I should text him.” I muse, willing my head to stop spinning because of his closeness.

I’ve seen Chance here and there, but we haven’t been alone since the night of the wedding, when he left my room after telling me about our parents’ expectations.

“You probably should. Driving in this weather is dangerous,” he says. “Ares has a twelve hour patrol shift tonight. It looks like you’re gonna be stuck with me.”

The silence between us is charged with more electricity than the storm outside.

My eyes rove over the plain white t-shirt that stretches over his ripped chest, doing nothing to hide the hard, defined muscles underneath. I should probably look away, but I’m a glutton for punishment, and I let my gaze fall down to the dark gray sweatpants that sit low on Chance’s sculpted hips.

A knock on the door rescues me from all the thoughts that were starting to populate my mind at the memory of how big Chance is; a detail that his sweatpants do nothing at all to hide.

“Who could that possibly be in this crazy weather?” Chance shakes his head.

“Lev, I hope.” I offer. “He said he would pick me up at seven.”

I run to the front door with Chance hot on my heels.

“Wait,” his hand lands on my shoulder, causing a zap of electricity to travel down my spine. “Let me open. Just in case it isn’t Lev.”

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