Hunter overwhelms me in the best way. His scent. His touch. His taste.
“Mmm. I don’t know if that had the effect you were wanting.”
“No?” His question ghosts my lips.
“I mean, yes on the nerves. But now I want to do more of that.”
He gives me a quick peck. “Date first, Ollie. Then we can do much more of that.”
Grabbing my coat, Hunter helps me into it as I lock the door on my way out. “Where are we going?”
“I know a cute little place down in Moose Springs.”
“Why are we going an hour away when there are perfectly good places in town?”
“Because do you really want everyone in town coming up to us and asking us how our date is going?”
My eyes go wide at the thought. “No.”
“I thought so.” He swings open his truck door for me. “Maybe next time. Give them something to talk about. Not the first time.”
I watch as he jogs around the front of the truck and hops in.
“Can I confess something?” I ask him.
He rests his arm along the back of the seat, the fabric of his shirt stretching with him. I’ve never noticed these things about Hunter before, but I like that I can now.
“What’s that?”
“I already like the thought of a next time.”
He kisses me again. “I do too.”
Will I ever get used to this feeling of him kissing me? It’s good. So good, it’s driving me wild. To the point where I want to take him inside and start doing all those things he promised.
It’s a quiet drive. Celine’s Christmas ballads—and my ever-lusty thoughts, which I keep to myself—carry us to the next town over.
Moose Springs is the exact same as Moose Falls. The same Christmas lights strung over Main Street. Snowbanks plowed to the sides of the roads with kids jumping in and out of them. Storefronts lit up from the inside.
“C’mon. This way.”
Hunter takes my hand and leads me down the sidewalk. He doesn’t let go as we fall into step next to one another.
“Where are we going?”
A smile catches the corner of his mouth. “How does pizza sound?”
“Pizza? Is that good for a first date?” I ask.
Not that I’ve been on many, but pizza?
“What do you have against pizza?”
“Nothing.”
“We’re making our own. I thought it’d be fun.”
“Oh. That sounds good.”
