“Make sure you eat something.”
“I will.”
I went to Taylor’s first because apparently my life now required witnesses. She opened the door, took one look at me, and stepped aside.
“Cover story?” she asked, raising her brows with a conspiratorial look.
“Yes.”
“You owe me,” she giggled.
“I know. Big time.”
“Go. Hallway is clear,” she motioned.
“Thank you for doing this,” I said.
“I’m hoping to give the speech at your wedding when I’m the maid of honor,” she said, blinking twice.
I laughed. “You’re getting ahead of yourself.”
“I don’t think so. Wren called to say that you looked very heated when you left the towel closet today,” she said.
My heart dipped. “Shit. She noticed?”
Taylor nodded. “Don’t worry. No one else paid any attention.”
“I don’t even know what’s happening, Taylor. We can’t keep our hands off each other,” I confessed.
“I love that for you. Seriously, you deserve this,” she smiled warmly. “Now go to him.”
“Okay, thanks again.” I leaned in and hugged her. I was behaving recklessly. I was following my heart.
A few doors down, Hunter opened his apartment before I knocked. He wore jeans and a dark T-shirt, and the smell of garlic and butter drifted from the kitchen.
“You cooked,” I said.
“I promised.”
The door shut behind me. For a second, neither of us moved, but we looked into each other’s eyes, and I saw his hunger there because I felt it too. There was a magnetic force pulling us together.
“I need to feed you first,” he said.
“I am starving.”
His gaze dropped to my mouth. Mine dropped to his.
“Dinner will get cold,” he said like he was trying to convince himself.
I reached for his shirt. “We can reheat it.”
That was all it took. Hunter kissed me hard and backed me down the hall. There was no slow build this time. No pretending we had self-control. Now his hands were under my shirt, mine were at his belt, and every quiet, dangerous moment from the arena spilled over between us. By the time we made it to his bedroom, we were both shaking.
“Still sure?” he asked, voice rough.
I cupped his face. “I came here, didn’t I?”
His eyes searched mine. “That’s not what I asked.”