Hunter's POV
The kiss wasn't gentle or tentative. Grace grabbed my t-shirt, yanking me closer, her mouth hot and desperate against mine. Every nerve in my body lit up like fire.
I gripped her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh through the thin cotton of her tank top. She gasped against my lips, and I swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss until we were both breathless.
"Grace—" I broke away just enough to speak; my forehead pressed to hers. "We need to—"
"I don't want to overthink this." Her fingers twisted in my hair, tugging hard enough to sting. "Don't let me think. Just—"
She kissed me again, and thinking became impossible.
My hands slid under her tank top, finding warm skin. She arched into my touch, a whimper escaping her throat that went straight to my c**k. I walked
