Dana POV
That night, Hunter is quiet as we lie alone in bed together, a contemplative expression on his face. I reach for him but he turns away, making me feel like I've done something wrong.
"Hunter?" I ask, biting my lip.
"Dana" his voice is low, filled with self degradation "Have you ever considered that maybe I'm wrong for you? That you could do a lot better than the likes of somebody like me?" he said, not looking back at me.
This is not like Hunter. He's never once shown that his self-confidence is slipping. What happened at Sandra's wedding has well and truly shaken him to his core. Does he doubt the feelings I have for him? Does he doubt that I love him?
"Hunter" my voice is sharp, my hand reaching out to touch him on the shoulder, my nails digging into his bare flesh ligh
