Betting on the bride
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In one swift movement, he flips me onto my back, so he is towering over me. "Nothing," I reply, and to fully convince him, I return the kiss.Īlthough Hunter knows better than to believe I am okay, he leaves the subject alone for now. Knowing I shouldn't have showed my guilt, I hastily replace my grimace with a reassuring smile and shake my head. "Princess, what's wrong?" his tone is tender and caring, trying to coax me out of my shell. Gingerly, he lifts my chin to where my eyes have no choice but to stare at his compassionate ones. What have I done! I shouldn't have done this! My face fills with dismay, and I sheepishly direct my eyes away from Hunter's fallen face, but my vision is forced back up. Tidal waves of guilt greater than a tsunami flood my conscious. He pulls away with the same expression, but I only frown. He lightly kisses my lips, greeting me in the best way possible. His indigo eyes flutter open, and a satisfied, lazy grin that shows his ease stretches his lips. Sensing I am awake, Hunter stirs beside me. Our passionate throes and screams of ecstasy relayed the whole night until I collapsed in the safety of his arms. When my body is pulled closer, I am reminded of the activities that were held in the hours of the night. Oh gosh! What have I done! The arm tugs me closer to his chest, snuggling me closer in his dreams. As my softball sized orbs land on the face of my company, all the memories of last night overwhelm me. My eyes grow to the size of saucers when they are met with toned, bare muscles.
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Finding the weight on my stomach, I trail my wide eyes over what I take as an arm, a man's arm. Registering the feeling of a heavy weight across my stomach, my body tenses, and my eyes cautiously scan my surrounding. Although my dreaming mind is slowly clearing, I am still confused as to where I am and what I've done. The pads of my fingertips brush my cheeks, but they return dry. I awake from what I recall to be a dreamless sleep.