Page 41 of Twisted Minds

“No.” I stop, startling him a bit at the sudden halt. “I think I’ve had enough empty.” I couldn’t feel empty with him if I tried. Being with Hunter is like feeling a thousand things all at once.

A shrill scream makes me jump, and Hunter laughs, grabbing my hand. We’ve played games, gone on a few rides, and now with the night winding down I start to get ideas.

Hunter looks hot tonight—dark jeans, dark-green sweater that fits over his broad chest like it’s fucking painted on. My mind goes to the locker room and I picture Hunter in that towel, his gorgeous olive skin dusted with dark hair trailing down his chest like a path for me to follow. He stops, and his attention pulls up. I look to where he’s looking and shake my head. “No.”

“Come on. It’ll be romantic.”

“When I throw up on you and pass out from a panic attack it won’t be romantic.”

Hunter pouts, and fuck, does he have to also be adorable? “It’ll be fun.”

“I am severely afraid of heights. I cannot stress that enough. I will cry myself to death.”

He chuckles softly, cupping my face and smoothing his thumbs along my cheek. “Fair. I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.

What a considerate dick.

My lips purse as I close my eyes. I’m going to do this, aren’t I? How am I this dick whipped without even getting any dick? I refuse to look at the contraption in front of me. It’ll be fine, though, right? Sure, the fall down will be scary as fuck, but I won’t live much longer afterwards to remember it. “Fine.”

“It’s okay. I’m just teasing you. We don’t have to.”

“You know what’s annoying?”

“Wh-what?”

“How kind and understanding you are. It like, Jedi mind tricks me into doing shit I’d never do. Bring me out into the fucking woods—”

“You got a hand job.” My mouth snaps shut. “What’s a Jedi?Is that a video game thing?”

My eyes widen. “I am going to pretend those words never came out of your mouth.”

“What? What is that—”

“Too many hockey pucks to the brain,” I grumble, and Hunter’s lips waver into a smile. “You’re fucking with me?”

“Mark, I know whatStar Warsis. Seeing the look on your face, though, was good stuff.”

“I was about to take you back to my dorm and make you watch them all in theatrical order. Then in cannon order! Then with director commentary because you pissed me off.”

“Please don’t do that.”

“Let’s go before I change my mind.”

Suppressing a smile, he grabs my hand, yanking me roughly against him and kissing me hard. Just like that. Worry gone. Magic fucking mouth. Stupid hard body. Warm strong grip. I tryand fail not to show the smile on my face seeing Hunter’s cocky grin on his stupidly handsome one. “I think I’m mad at you.”

“Well, damn. I better work on getting back in your good graces.”

“How are you planning to do that?”

A slow, sexy grin grows on his face. “I have some ideas for after this.”

Gripping the seat of my cart, I squeeze my eyes so tight I see black dots behind my eyelids, and keeping my face buried between Hunter’s shoulder and the seat, I let out a very manly little scream every time the cart moves a little higher. My stomach flips. I’m not sure how high we are, but between the slow fucking crawl to the top and the five-minute stationary sitting as we ascend to a new level, we’ll be on this motherfucking Ferris wheel until I’m eighty. “You okay?”

“Fucking fantastic.” Oh yeah, this death trap even fucking sways. What a treat! I feel a hand on my bicep, squeezing me gently.

“Hey.” I ignore him as the cart rocks slowly. Seriously, would it be so hard to ask for some stability? This thing is thousands of fucking feet in the air, you know what would make it better? If it fucking rocked!

Oh my god, I need to breathe. I’m going to faint. With my luck, I’ll faint and fall off the ride, but at least I’d be unconscious while I plummet to my death. “Mark.” Slowly, he pulls me to him. My body goes rigid as he carefully tugs me onto his lap.

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