His chest rises and falls in rhythmic breathing, now a little calmer. I have to admit that the magazines never underestimated him, he really is the sex god and I am satisfied with the sweet pain in my private parts now.

Despite lying with my head on the right side of his chest, I can still hear Hunter's heart. His hand over mine, his right hand encircling my back.

“You have a tattoo.” I analyze it more. I put a hand over my mouth. “It's my eyes!”

“A fact you already know. I did it just before we got back together last month.”

“I hope that blonde has seen it,”...