I was sweating and half-naked in the hall. Hunter had come back into my life, and I’d lost all my senses.
It was as if we could just pick up where we left off, but I couldn’t be the person that I’d been back then. The needy type that did awful things.
It wasn’t Hunter, it was me.
The crazy side of me that I never knew existed showed its ugly head whenever he was around. I had to stop this before it made itself known again, so I pushed him away.
“Hunter, you can’t just do this.”
He moved, and I reached to get my bra off the floor. Then I looked for my shirt, which he had thrown on the table.
“Mina, we need to talk.”
I didn’t want to do this. I never did. He was the sports guy, the one with all the girls after him, and I was just plain Madison. The one who’d grown up in a traile
