“So, you love me enough to stay out here with me, josdo?” I asked, reaching down and curving my hand over his firm backside. “Eating your mushed up grass compost food out here in the Wastes?” Hunter burst out laughing, the sound deep and raspy. “You don’t eat the compost, scratch.” His cheeks were still flushed, and his amber eyes gleamed with the same giddy joy that was bubbling inside me. “But yes. I love you enough to stay out here.” He tightened his arms around my neck. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
