Hunter hadn't been celibate since leaving Angela after high school.
There'd been relationships over the years. Short, sweet ones that ended usually on good terms when both of them realized there was smoke but no fire—or not enough of it. There hadn't been anyone long-term, no one he felt like he wanted to stay with, build a life with.
Except for Angela.
Now with her in his arms, all he could think about was taking her back to his house and up to his bedroom, to make love to her all night until they were both too tired to speak or cry or scream.
Except he'd have to let her go. And right now, that was the last thing on his mind.
He slid his hands up under her blouse and unclipped her bra with a flick of his fingers, enjoying the flashback of how many times he'd done this exact thing.
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