I step out to the balcony and spot Hunter’s car.
The inside light is on, his face glowing under it.
He’s already smiling at me. I can’t help but smile back.
My legs sting a little from the night air. I should have worn longer shorts, but instead it’s just my usual bum shorts.
I walk down, open the door, and slip inside. The inside gives me a relief of warmth.
“Heyyy, you,” I say, shutting the door.
Hunter’s grey eyes lock on mine. “How you doing?”
“Feeling amazing,” I reply.
He reaches forward and pulls a paper bag from the dash, then hands it over.
I peek inside. My eyes widen. “Sweetheart Smoothie? Awwww.”
He gives me a small grin.
“Thanks, Hunter,” I say, dragging the straw out and taking a long sip.
The cold, thick drink slides down my chest and into my stomach. Sweet a
