I should get dressed. I should leave. I should text April and tell her I'm alive and not chopped up in a truck bed.
Instead, I sit there, staring at the door.
Then I hear it. The click.
The truck door creaks open again. Footsteps. Heavy. Measured. Familiar.
I tug the sheet tighter around my body.
He comes in, with his brown eyes locked onto me.
My heart lurches.
No.
No fucking way.
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. My brain is buffering like a bad Wi-Fi signal.
I blink. Hard.
The stubble. The sharp jaw. That small scar above his brow. The one I’d traced with my fingers last night.
Hunter Holloway.
“You,” I whisper, throat dry. “You’re Hunter? Thor is..”
“Thor is Hunter. Hunter is Thor.”
I try to swallow, sitting up in bed, covering myself now, and feeling so very strange.
His face—God, it’s almost sheepish now. Still handsome as sin, but softer somehow. Nervous.
“I was going to tell you,” he says, voice low. “I meant to. Last night. But you asked me not to, and I—” He runs a hand through his hair. “I didn’t want to ruin it.”
I can’t breathe. I can’t even think straight.
“You’re Thor?” My voice sounds foreign in my own mouth. I know it’s true, I just have to say it out loud.
He gives a tiny nod.
“The guy from the sex club,” I say slowly. “The one who called me Luna. The one I’ve been texting. Who just—” My voice breaks. “—who just…touched me like that. That was you? That wasn’t like…your friends playing a joke on me?”
“It was me.” His voice is quiet. “Every time.”
I sit up straighter, sheet clutched to my chest. “So all this time, you knew who I was. You’ve known.”
His silence answers for him.
I shake my head. “Unbelievable.”
“Faith—”
“Don’t call me that.”
His eyes flash. “Okay. Luna. Just listen?—”
“No. I can't. Ican’tbelieve this.” My body is buzzing with adrenaline now, chest tight. “You’ve been walking past me at Holloway’s. You’ve said—what? Two words to me? So that was on purpose, huh? And then you pretend to be someone else and seduce me with a fake name?!”
