~HUNTER’S POV~
I’ve always been in control. My time. My actions. My emotions. I’ve spent years mastering the art of detachment, perfecting it to the point where even I forgot what it was like to feel something raw.
But now… Now I can’t stop staring at my hand.
The hand that touched her. That brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, grazing the curve of her cheekbone like it belonged there.
I flex my fingers as if that will erase the memory. It doesn’t.
I’m halfway back to the house before I realize I haven’t heard a word of the call I just ended. My phone is in my pocket, forgotten.
It should bother me, this lack of focus. It always has before. But right now, my head is a mess and my body’s worse. The garden air felt heavy, but the moment I stepped inside, it was suffoc
