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“That’s what that was about?” She sounds so incredulous, I almost laugh.
“Are you telling me that no one has ever opened the door for you like that?”
“My dad,” she deadpans. “But not since I was about seven and I made my independence known by exiting the car on my own.”
“Well, my dad, and especially my grandma, would kick my ass if I didn’t act like a gentleman when in the presence of a lady,” I try to explain, but I hate that it sounds like I am making an excuse for being nice.
“I think that’s lovely,” Hunter murmurs. “Are you close to your family?”
While still holding her hand, I push the passenger door closed, then engage the car alarm. We both turn and start walking toward my building.
“I’m on the ground floor,” I point to my living room window that’s facing the street.
I unlock the door and hold it open for her to walk in first. I turn the light on from the switch I have right next to the entrance and wait for Hunter’s reaction to my apartment. It is modest for sure. Could I live in a nicer place? For sure.
My father is a rich man who’s always taken very good care of me. But he also instilled in me a sense of honor and hard work. I want to have earned everything I got. I want to make enough of a living where I can pay for my own shit, and I don’t have to ask him for money.
Now, as I watch Hunter’s eyes going over the small space with secondhand furniture throughout, I kind of wish I had something I could impress her with.
“I like it.” I let out a sigh of relief when I hear her words. I would’ve been so disappointed had she bashed the place.
“It’ll do for now,” I shrug and propel her forward with the hand I have resting on the small of her back. “Bathroom is down the hallway, and my bedroom is across from it. As you can see, we are currently standing in between the kitchen, living room and front door. And that’s your tour,” I joke.
“It’s so much bigger than the apartment I have in New York,” she laughs. “This feels really big and ostentatious in comparison.”
The panic I feel at her words does not make any sense. New York? What the fuck?
“You live in New York?” I try to keep my voice cool, calm and collected. But, deep down, I am freaking out.
“Just to go to school,” she waves it off like it’s nothing. “I am about to graduate, and now I am debating if I want to stay there for my undergrad or come home and get it done. I know what my mother would want, that’s for sure.” She sounds happy when she mentions her mother, like they have a good relationship. That is something I never experienced or understood. My mother didn’t give two shits about me.
“Well, I hope you decide to stay…” I take a step forward, bringing my body closer to hers.
“You’d want me to stay?” Her pouty lips are just perfect, the darker lipstick she’s got on making them look sexier somehow. It all clashes with her dark as night hair and brown eyes. She is an exotic creature that I know will take space in my head for a very long time.
She is tall for a girl, but still short for me. At six foot five, not very many people get close to my face. I don’t mind it though, especially when it comes to Hunter. She seems so small and delicate in stature, I just want to scoop her up and never let her go.
“Zach,” she whispers when I bend my knees and my lips are close enough where they can almost touch hers. “This is so crazy…”
“Crazy…” I agree, then finally drop my mouth onto hers.
The groan coming out of me matches perfectly the moan she lets out at the first touch of our lips. The tip of my tongue dips inside the cavern of her mouth, finally tasting her for the very first time. I want to close my eyes and stop for a second, engrave this moment on my brain for eternity.
My body doesn’t agree with my thought process though, my lips engulfing hers, my tongue digging deeper inside her mouth, coaxing her own tongue to come out and play. When she starts sucking on me, I almost lose all my cool.
“Jesus, baby,” I moan when the taste of her becomes just too much. My hands come up and dig into her hair, keeping her head in place.
Hunter takes it a step further when she brings her own hands up and wraps her fingers around my wrists like she is hoping I’d never let her go.
We are both out of breath and in dire need of oxygen, but neither one of us is willing to stop the kissing fest we got going on.
My dick is at full attention, and when Hunter brings her jean clad pelvis against mine, I about see stars. Why is just plain old kissing so good with her? It hasn’t been this good since way back when I was in high school, I think to myself.
“Zach,” she pulls her head back just enough to say my name. “Before we do anything more,” and I narrow my eyes at that because it sounds like she may not want to do much more. “And trust me when I say that I want to do so much more,” she adds, and it’s like she can read my damn mind. “But I need to be honest with you and tell you something…”
“Baby, if you’re stopping this to tell me that you have a boyfriend, I am going to fucking kill him. Do you understand?” My eyes boring into hers make her flinch just a touch. It’s a barely there hitch in her breath, but I feel it all the way into my dick. And he wants in her no matter what.
“What? No, that’s not it at all,” she gives me a dirty look. “And this is not a good time for you to confess to me that you are a closet criminal, Zach.”
