“I needed to be brought into the loop about who's hot and who's not, when I moved here. You know how it is," he added. "Social status and all that."And then I was deflated, because I understood what he meant."Yes, I'm sure they were happy to fill you in that I'm part of the 'who's not' category. In fact, I'd imagine I'm probably on the top of that list."He lifted an eyebrow in question, and I noticed the colour of his eyes again for the second time today. "You're kidding, right? I don't think any guy has you on his 'who's not' list.""Then please, enlighten me as to which lucky category I've fallen into. It's always nice to be sorted like inanimate objects.”

“You're my girlfriend, Cami, unless you don't want it that way." He opened his eyes, looking at me.I swallowed. "I want it that way.""Good, because I think we've established I'm never going to get my fill of you.”

“Why'd you ask her out? You know we're trying to lay low.""She was in a bit of a pickle with another guy who likes her. I decided to help her - thinking it would be a onetime deal. Things progressed from there."Chris snorted. "Oh, so now you're saying you're in some sort of a love triangle? You're not supposed to star in your own romance novel! What the heck are you doing when I'm gone?”

“Covering up the evidence?" Hunter drawled, appearing in the doorway and causing me to jump."Yes." I continued to apply as he leaned casually against the frame, watching me."Good idea, though it kinda makes me want to mess it all up again." Tingles shot through my body, and I glanced at him. "You're so bad." He arched his eyebrow. "You have no idea.”

“Where's he starting?" he finally asked."In theater care. Where are you working?""Snack bar," he replied tersely."Please try to be civil," I begged him. "This is work. We need to be professional."He snorted. "Whatever, Cami." He shot me a wounded look. "I can imagine he'll love his new job. He's gonna get paid to follow you around through dark rooms. He's probably thrilled.”

“Tell me you like me,” he whispered. He was so close I could almost imagine the feel of his lips as they moved, but not quite. I pursed mine together, trying to stop my mischievous smile. “No,” I replied. He shook his head. “That’s not an acceptable answer.” “Well, it’s the one you’re getting.” I laughed and he did too, releasing me and flopping onto his back.”

“You have no idea how deep the level of my depravity is right now.” He chuckled. “Are you subtly telling me you’re the wolf in sheep’s clothing?” “There’s no subtle about it. I’m flat out telling you.” His eyes roamed over me hungrily, and I knew he was being serious. For whatever reason, I wasn’t scared. I felt safe with him.”