Sydney swallowed the lump of bread and peanut butter. Something about standing in her kitchen, sharing a cheap meal with Hunter and talking about family was more intimate than having s*x with him. It made her uncomfortable. He seemed totally at ease telling her anything. He never backed off any question she tossed out.
He finished his sandwich before she’d eaten half of hers.
“Another?” she asked.
“Yeah. I worked up an appetite.”
“I’m going to see about a movie.” She left him to make his sandwich. She needed to get some space. She had no idea what had come over her. She’d finally agreed to a date with him because band was over and then she couldn’t resist jumping his bones as soon as he walked through the door.
Guys like him were her Kryptonite. She knew it. She’d avoided them for the
