Aryana
Hunter entered two seconds later, looking around at us. He looked confused while trying to read our body language and facial expressions. “What’s wrong.”
With how fast he came in, it had me wondering if he was just waiting outside of the door.
He came over and pulled me up off of the chair and then sat down placing me on his lap. He instantly nuzzled his face into my neck, taking in my scent and kissing my mark, while wrapping his arms around my waist in a firm grip.
I looked over to the two love birds and nodded.
“Hey Hunter, how’s it going?” Kyle said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Cut to the chase, what is it?”
“Hunter, don't be an ass.” I told him. He growled at me, and I returned it, which shut him up instantly.
“Hunter, um..we have something we need to tell you.”
