Dean’s eyes rake over my body, taking me in. He repeats himself, softer this time. “You’re looking for Hunter.”
He didn’t say it like a question, and the certainty in his voice made me shuffle on my feet with hesitance.
I open my mouth to deny it again, but something about his tone makes the words falter before they leave my lips. I shrug instead, hoping it passes as casual.
“I’m not looking for anyone.”
Dean stares for more moments, and a few more beats pass before he lets out a noncommittal grunt. He doesn’t argue, and instead just nods once, like he’s trying to hold himself back from saying something.
Dean takes a step forward, his movement sharp and filled with intent. He has a calm smile on his face as he speaks, his voice low and soft. “Do you want to… maybe take a walk with me?
