Page 289 of Breaking the Rules
Hunter blushes. His fingers go to his lips. "That bad?"
"No. You're definitely a spring," Wes says. "You could even handle a lighter red. Coral maybe."
Hunter shoots Griffin awhat is he talking aboutlook.
Griffin shrugs.
"It's a fashion thing," I say. "Your features map to a season. I… it doesn't matter." Hunter is wearing a little of my lipstick. And he totally could pull it off if he wanted to go that way. "I can wear the stuff that won't kiss off."
"Don't." He leans in and brushes his lips to mine. "I like tasting you on my lips."
"Fuck, I hope he's not talking about lipstick." Wes sets his box next to Griffin's.
Griffin just shakes his head.What's wrong with you two?
He's right.
We're going to tell my brother about this eventually.
Until then…
"We should probably cool it while he's downstairs," I say.
Hunter's eyes turn down. But he still nods. "Yeah." He goes to kiss me again. Stops himself. "Good thing you're the smart one."
"Too much blood in your muscles," I say.
"One in particular," he says.
Wes chuckles.
Griffin too.
I just blush.
And, well, check for confirmation of his claims.
The bulge in his jeans is inviting.
But now is so not the time.
Wes and Griffin shake their heads as they walk out the door.
Which leaves us alone.
I look up at Hunter. Press my palms into my sides so I won't touch him. "Can I trust you to stay here and help unpack?"
"Yeah." He wipes the lipstick from his mouth with his thumb. "But you can't give me that look."
"Which one."
"That one."
"I'm not."
"You are."
I shake my head. "I'm just looking."
