“Why do you feel any of the things you do?” I reach over and touch the side of her face. “You’re beautiful when you’re angry and confused.”
“That’s not a compliment.”
“I didn’t mean it to be. It’s just a fact.”
“You infuriate me. You know that?”
“I don’t mean to infuriate you. Trust me. It’s the last thing I want to do.”
“Yeah, right. I’m sure it’s the last thing you want to do.”
“True. There are things I would hate to do more, like cleaning up dog poop every five seconds.”
“Who cleans up dog poop every five seconds?”
“I don’t know. People who have a lot of dogs.” I grin. We stand there for a couple of seconds, and I reach out and grab her hand. She yanks it away quickly.
“What are you doing?”
“I was testing you, and you failed.”
“What do you mean, you were testing me, and I failed?”
“If we are out in public and I go to reach for your hand casually, you cannot yank it away. From this moment forward, you’re my girlfriend. For all intents and purposes, we are madly in love. We’re having mad sex. We can’t keep our hands off each other.”
“Ugh. This sounds painful. Absolutely painful.”
“Really, Gina?”
“I’m not in love with you, and I don’t think you’re all that. I don’t think that?—”
“You don’t think what?”
“Nothing,” she says.
“You don’t think you’d want to sleep with me?” I let my legs rest against her. She stiffens slightly as I pull her into me. My fingers reach up and touch the side of her face and then run down her silky dark hair. Her lips quiver as she stares at me, eyes wide.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you think I should do?” I say softly, moving my lips closer to her.
“Is this part of the act?” she whispers softly.
“Do you want it to be?” I say as my lips briefly touch hers.
Her eyes are blazing, and she doesn’t respond. Instead, a low murmur escapes her lips.
“What is that, Gina?” I say as I press my lips softly against hers again. “Do you want me to kiss you, or should I just step back?”
"Nothing," she squeaks out.
"Nothing?" My lips twitch at her words. "What does that mean?"
"Do nothing?"
"Oh... nothing like this?" I lean forward and suck on her lower lip before letting go.
"Hunter." Her voice is raspy, and I cradle the sides of her face. I can feel her body against me. She's warm and shivering. My fingers grab her hair, and I move my lips to her neck, licking a trail upwards toward her mouth, before pulling back again.
