Hunter POV
Sandra’s nails were digging into my skin. I gently removed her hand from my person, and she blinked up at me, looking slightly disappointed as well as a little frustrated. “Hunter, what’s wrong? I thought we were having fun” she exclaimed, looking petulant.
“The photos are finished,” I said shortly, feeling irritable, having seen that Lionel had disappeared from the room and so had the photographer, leaving just Sandra and me there. “There’s no need to continue clinging to me" I added, feeling put out.
She pouted, pursing her lips together. “Hunter, why are you acting so cold to me? Is it because I made that comment about us having kissed before? I thought Dana knew and besides, you keep saying that you and her are merely stepsiblings” she reminded me, raising a brow and lo
