Faith: Back to business. Can you be here in an hour?
I toss my phone aside, pulse hammering, and head to the mirror.
If old me could talk to me, she’d ask me the same question I’m asking myself right now.
Faith Easton, whoareyou? Texting a boy to come over like this…
And I have to say I kind of really like me right now.
26
HUNTER
Ishouldn’t be this excited.
I’m gripping the steering wheel like a damn teenager on his way to prom, and my pulse is beating faster than it did during yesterday’s workout with Ty.
I’d left the book on her porch this morning after my run. No text. No explanation. Just that pair of panties tucked in withThe Alchemistand a quiet note, hoping she'd still be curious enough to read between the lines.
Apparently, she was.
Because when she finally asked me to come over, I had to stop pacing and justbreathe.
This girl has me wrapped.
I mean, yeah. I wanted to see her again. I wanted to touch her again. But I didn’t think she’dask.
And now I can’t stop picturing her—curvy, warm, hair still tousled from sleep, wearing only what I picked out. Nothing else. Just the way I asked.
I adjust in my seat. The way she looked at me that night in the truck bed…blindfolded and trusting, and somehow still totally in control—it wrecked me. And now she knows who I really am. And she’s still letting this happen.
Maybe I’m crazy to hope it means anything more. Maybe it’s just a second chance at fun.
But even if that’s all it is?
I’m driving toward her anyway.
I want to see her in those blue panties.
I want to memorize how she looks in her own room.
I want to ruin her sheets.
And yeah, I want to hear her say my real name when she comes this time.
There are so many reasons I shouldnotbe doing this.
Let’s start with the obvious. Her father would literally rather die than see her with a Holloway. It’s likeRomeo and Juliet—but hotter and with more church fights.
Then there’s the part where she told me, point blank, that this is just a summer thing.
Just sex. Just fun.
Just a fucking dagger to the chest.
But if that’s all she’s going to give me?
Then I’m going to take it all. Every last gasp. Every secret smile. Every slow morning. I’ll collect the moments like fireflies, knowing I can’t keep them forever.
