Willow

The first time Willow saw him she was lost. His jeans were tight on his slender frame. Dark waves of hair brushed back and a face tanned by recent sun. All of which maybe not enough to turn her head. Until he smiled, more of a rough smirk really. Confidence came off him in waves. Nothing could of prepared her though for what came next, the fresh clean sweet scent of him. Better than chocolate or vanilla. Willow wanted to bottle his scent and wear it every day. God she thought to herself get a grip. He was surrounded by girls. Each girl in their own way trying to get his attention. He was lapping it all up, flirting with everyone. Willow frowned at her own reaction to this man. She didn't even know him and right now she didn't like him too much either. As if sensing her there, he turns towards her. Ohh yeah this one's broke a few hearts she thought, well he's not breaking mine. Hunters POV She was different than the other girls that were hanging around. Long dark hair, pale skin. A rouge red mouth that he wanted to kiss. More than that he wanted to take her mouth, but he wanted her to offer it.