Page 288 of Breaking the Rules
"He doesn't make sure you're—"
"Sometimes I'm impatient."
"I know the feeling."
Right on cue, Hunter steps inside. He's holding a coffee tray with four drinks—two light iced things, two hot beverages.
He nods a hello.
Chloe shoots me a knowing look.
My cheeks flush. She's known about my crush on Hunter for a long time. But not so much about our relationship.
"Why don't you deliver these?" I suggest.
She nods a sure and takes the tray from Hunter.
He grabs the iced drink on the right.
"That a vanilla latte?" I tease.
"You tell me." He offers me a sip.
It's not a vanilla latte, but it is awfully sweet and creamy. "Are you feeling okay?"
"No." He looks behind us. Checks the coast is clear. Then he sets his drink on the counter, wraps his arms around my waist, leans in to kiss me.
Fuck, he tastes good, like sugar and coffee.
But this is such a bad idea.
Brendon is supposed to stay with the moving truck. He and Kaylee are in charge of that half of operations.
Hunter and I are in charge of this half.
But what if he needs a break? Or water? Or the bathroom?
Concern flits through my brain.
Then Hunter's tongue slips into my mouth, and all that concern fades.
This is what matters.
Nothing else matters.
I still jump at the sound of footsteps.
Wes steps into the apartment with a heavy box in his arms. He looks at us and shakes his headso obvious.
Griffin follows him inside. He and Wes share a look, then he turns to Hunter. "You might want to skip the lipstick if you're gonna try to hide this thing you're doing."
My cheeks flush. "Oh. I…"
"Fuck, Grif, do you listen to yourself?" Wes shakes his head. "You're not supposed to articulate these thoughts."
He shakes his headwhat good will that doand sets the box down in the corner.
Wes's expression gets apologetic. "You do look good in red, Hunter."
