Athena
“I don’t like it.”
“What?” Hunter leaned back and sits comfortably on his seat. I looked at him but he didn’t throw me another glance. Rather, he looked cold and angry but what would he be mad about?
And what did he mean when he said he didn’t like it? Was it the kiss? He didn’t like kissing me? Was that it? Or maybe it was not just the kiss but the entire activity we did together?
That’s not my fault. I didn’t have any experience and the only guys I ever kissed was Jackson. Did I smell bad back then? I bet I did. I reek of alcohol.
Oh god. I just realized. I rolled over the grass earlier. I definitely smell bad. Was that it? But why would I care? It’s not like he is my boyfriend.
The ride to the Empire Building was rather quiet. He didn’t speak another word nor did I, ev
