“What should I call you, then?” I bite into my bottom lip and tip my head back. I can feel the warmth of his hand through my thin tank top. He holds me with just enough pressure to convey a fondness and obvious interest. “You can just call me Hunter,” I suggest. One brow cocked, he scoffs. “No way. Levi calls you Hunter. Decker Crusade and his buddies call you Hunter. I’m sure all your friends call you Hunter.” “And?” I press. We’ve known each other for all of two hours. It’s not like he’s asked me out or made any real effort to get to know me. For him to presume— “We’re going to be a lot more
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