Hunter’s pov
I stared down at Madeline as she slept peacefully. The early morning sun cast into the cave and shone over her skin.
I brushed away a stray strand of hair from her face and my fingers trailed down her face.
She was simply beautiful. My eyes darted to her lips on their own accord and my groin stirred.
Why had I kissed her last night? I stifled a groan as I knew the memories would plague me for the rest of my days. How was I going to look at her now without remembering how her lips felt against mine?
I pushed all the thoughts of regret which plagued my mind as I had realized I never acted like myself whenever Madeline was in the picture and, if I was being honest, that scared me.
Madeline stirred beside me and her eyes slowly fluttered open as she stretched.
She blinked f
