Rein’s POV
Hunter has backed me up against the tiled wall, his hands on either side of me, low enough so that he will immediately catch me if I try to escape. I look up to see that same golden glint in his eyes, the specks turning brighter and more intense as each second ticks by of us just staring at each other. I want to pull him close and feel the warmth that's emitting from his body right now, I want to feel his lips meet mine and touch him like my body aches to.
"Hunter," I whisper, weakly. His attention is solely on my lips at the sound of my voice. "W-What are you doing? Let me go."
After what feels like an eternity of waiting for any sign of movement or conversation, he finally moves. I inhale sharply when his fingers trail over my knee, his hand slipping under the shirt to care
