Checking my watch again, we’re going to be late for the start of the night. I guess it couldn’t hurt to go in search of Hunter.
Stepping outside, I see that dusk has fallen. Purples give way to dark blues as the cold settles over Moose Falls.
String lights hang over the sea of trees as far as the eye can see. Happy chatter is heard everywhere.
Turning the corner to start my search, I stop dead in my tracks.
Search over.
Hunter is walking toward me wearing a red plaid shirt stretched tight across his chest with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, ax in hand. His jeans cling to defined thighs. His light brown hair is perfectly styled, even this late in the day.
Am I drooling at the sight of my best friend?
It feels like I’m drooling. I’ve seen Hunter like this countless times since we met. It’s what he always wears to work.
“Sorry I’m late, Ol,” Hunter greets me.
“Late?”
“For Bingo night.”
“Oh, r-r-right,” I stutter.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to form a coherent sentence again. I’ve never had sexy lumberjack dreams, but I can see the appeal now. Because I want to climb Hunter like a tree.
Up close, I can see the sweat that sticks to his arms. The small peek of chest hair from the undone buttons on his shirt.
How have I never noticed how sexy Hunter is?
“Ollie?” Hunter asks. “Are you okay?”
A smirk plays on his lips when my gaze snaps up to meet his.
“Umm, yeah.”
“You sure? You look flustered.”
“Just waiting on you for Bingo.” I clear my throat, my voice sounding different than normal in my own head.
Hunter rests a hand on the building behind me. His height overwhelms me. The scent of pine clings to him like a second skin.
I can’t help it. I reach up and fist my hands in the soft material of his shirt.
“Now what are you doing?” he asks.
His brown eyes are warm and soft as they gaze down at me.
“I don’t know,” I confess.
Hunter really should not be walking around like this.It’s doing funny things to me. Things like thinking about what it would be like to kiss him. What it would be like to feel his beard scratch against my jaw.
Againstotherplaces.
He could have his own sexy lumberjack calendar and I would buy every single copy.
“Do you need help figuring it out?”
Hunter leans closer. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips.
