Chapter 14

Hunter's laughter vibrates in my ears, and even after my request, he keeps squeezing my body against all the mass of muscles and sweat in his chest. Maybe it's because of an appetnous longing that has been kept in my heart for a long time or because the embarrassment doesn't allow me to offend him as I could, but I'm early to contact.

A moment later "longer than I should, I admit "I contort my body and move away with a push in his arms, shaking my hair and coat in the process. The winter wind surpasses the loose slats of the shed and is busy chilling my body through painful touches. Hunter doesn't undo his smile, although he limits himself to diminishing it.

"You are Turkish," I'm happy to have rediscovered my intellectual capacity. "Of all the twenty-three languages in which I am fluent, you had to speak the one I don't know more than thank you and please.”

While sitting on the single bed next to a suffered nightstand, Hunter seems to have fun with my grumpyness.

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