Hunter was a breath of fresh air after a year away from home. He offered a taste of something achingly familiar. Relaxed and unaffected in a way that was rare in the industry I spent most of my New York life cautiously navigating. Hunter smelled of black sand beaches and Auckland streets, and he sounded like home. He also wanted me, which added an extra undercurrent of zippiness to the flirting, even if he was keeping to the rules. But it was in his eyes when I caught him staring at me. In the brush of the back of his hand against mine as we walked. In the way he put his hand on my lower back
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