To say I was shocked would be a huge understatement, I was overwhelmed by the sensation of Hunter's mouth on mine.
There weren't any of the fireworks that the novels always portrayed, but there was a warmth a spark of electricity, starting where his lips were connected to mine and shooting out along all of my nerve endings, I never wanted this moment to end.
It was perfectly Imperfect.
His fingers wrapped themselves around mine entwining them together then lifting them above our heads, securely pinning me to the wall.
Taking dominance of our kiss.
I have no idea how long we stayed in this position, my mind was to hazed to even consider pulling away, but eventually, life always has other plans.
Someone cleared their throat behind us, sending Hunter and I jumping apart.
"There you are." A voice I was all too familiar with the voice that spoke from behind us.
"If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I DON'T FUCKING CARE, I don't care how much dough you pull in your ass will be out on the fucking streets!"
Hunter's answering chuckle dripped sarcasm his shoulders visibly tense as he slowly spun around, still protecting my body from view securely tucking me behind his back.
Looking Billy dead in the eyes, Hunter said, "We both know you need me more than I need you." His voice was velvet encased steel.
I curl into myself as tight as possible, making myself appear as small and unnoticeable as I could.
It suddenly dawned on me what had just happened.
My eyes widened.
I was mid freak out when Hunter's fingers threaded themselves through my own again giving them a reassuring squeeze, before following Billy out of the room into another more secluded one, leaving me alone with my thoughts, with the time I had to think and the way I see it is, I could play this one of three ways; first, I could pretend that it never happened and subtlety ignore him for a while.
Second, I address what happened and try to brush it off as a spare of the moment, not totally aware of what we were doing kind of thing.
Or. . . . I could run before he reenters the room.
None of which sounded very appealing.
Like always I had taken too long in making any decisions, and in strolled Hunter distractedly shoving a thick, pristine white envelope roughly into his back pocket.
He gestures me forward with a slight flex of his index and middle fingers.
Hesitantly I obliged shuffling my feet a few steps towards him.
As soon as I am close enough, he links his fingers with mine once again, dragging me easily back the way we had come, through the rapidly reminiscing crowd, it wasn't long before we were standing in front of his bike.
I swallowed back a moan of distress at having to be pressed up closed against Hunter again after everything that had happened tonight.
He was patiently waiting with his arms outstretched in front of him towards me.