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His body dropped beside mine on the bed, breathing labored as he tucked my body against his. It felt sublime. I was relaxed and happy.
Satiated.
And we haven’t had sex yet…
“What’s your schedule looking like the next three days?” he asked a few minutes later, voice low.
Turning my head, I looked up at him. “Why?”
“Just answer.”
“I’m done with school.” At that his grin grew, making him look boyish. “Just going in on Tuesday to clear out my locker and give out gifts to a few teachers I like. Emi’s doing the same.”
“Good. Very good.”
“Why are—”
“Perfect.” Hunter kissed the tip of two fingers and placed them over my lips to silence any protest on my behalf for being interrupted. “We’ll finish this talk tomorrow. Be ready at nine a.m. to go, and please, bring another sinful bikini with you. I want to peel it off with my teeth next time.”
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Chapter 10:
Monday Morning
Hunter
AT SIX FORTY-FIVE the next morning, I was standing outside her door with a single sunflower in hand and a cup hot chocolate in the other. They were her favorites, and I’d planned to use them in my favor.
Bailey was unpleasant-ish in the morning. Sort of.
She was the kind of person that hated everything and everyone until she had a chocolate fix of some kind. It was her sole vice.
Every day, she’d take it the same way with no variation: half of the cup was nothing but marshmallows.
Any other way, and she’d turn her nose up.
Without it, she was the cutest grouch on the planet. And while I loved her either way, for today to go off without a hitch, I needed her complacent and happy. Her gorgeous ass needed to be up and dressed before my sister stirred.
If not, Emily would try and tag along. Try to turn our date into a group outing which would include her boyfriend and his fuckwit of a brother. Brad had been lucky last night that I hadn’t laid his ass out, that we’d been at my parents’ home with a full house.
Both brothers had left before I’d come down. Smart move on their behalf.
However, the week was still young, and I’d see them—Brad—again.
Of that, there was no doubt.
I disliked him as much as Bailey did “Erica.”
Even as teens, she despised Bailey. I knew this. Made excuse after excuse in my head as to why she’d be jealous of a little girl. Went as far as distancing myself to try and keep the peace that last year of our relationship.
But now, son of a bitch, I get it.
Bailey had never been family to me. We’d always had an unbreakable bond.
She’d always been mine; it just wasn’t the right time.
“My beautiful kitten with claws,” I muttered low while transferring her flower to my other hand. With the one that was unoccupied, I wrapped my fingers around the doorknob and turned it.
