Chapter 21

"Do you want to drink anything?”

As I get no answer, I turn to the spacious entrance hall of my apartment. Hunter is a few steps ahead, planted in the middle of the room, looking with astonishment beyond the windows that go from floor to ceiling, partially hidden by the automatic blinds.

Repressing a superb smile, I snap my fingers in front of your wide green eyes.

“Yes? "He whispers, looking at me for a miserable second, before turning to the big TV attached to the framed panel on the front wall. "Your house is... nice.”

I snort, fun.

"You're almost drooling on my carpet!”

He closes his mouth and throws me a small smile, quite shy. I feel an overwhelming chill just imagining that this same mouth has a texture as wonderful as it looks. I have to breathe deeply, pushing the feeling of your kiss to the bottom of my head.

“What do you want to drink? "I ask, throwing my bag on the L-shaped couch. "Penelope convinced me to fill the bar at home, and now