Page 76 of Breaking the Rules
Hunter and I share a look.
A tramp stamp?
Really?
Either he thinks nothing of me or he's completely out of touch.
"No." Hunter chuckles. "Carpe diem. In a big, bold font. Right here." His fingers brush my forearm.
It's a quick second, but it still fills me with nervous energy.
God, that feels good.
Like nothing has ever felt bad.
I sit up straight. Force a smile. Regain my composure.
"Hunter is an artist. If that wasn't obvious." I motion to the tattoo on his chest, the one peeking out from under his v-neck.Quod Me Nutrit Me Destruit.
What nourishes me also destroys me.
So angsty.
And dramatic.
And broody.
And completely Hunter like.
"Shop's only five blocks away," Hunter says.
More like ten, but who's counting?
"We're just finishing up." I slurp melted ice from my drink. "I guess we can walk together."
Collin's brow scrunches in confusion.
Not explaining this whole thing. "I need something at the shop." I motion for him to play cool.
He does.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow night." I slide my laptop into my backpack. "I was thinking seven. At that Italian place by the promenade."
"Funny coincidence," Hunter says.
"Oh?" I play dumb.
"I'm meeting a friend for dinner there tomorrow," he says.
Collin looks between us with confusion.
"Maybe we should join," I say. "Make it a double date."
"Yeah, I guess we should." Hunter's chuckle is low. Deep. "We can head over together. After work."
"Perfect." I stand and blow Collin a kiss. "Until then."
"Yeah. Sure." He nods. "Until then."
