Tatiana
I shivered as Hunter's fingers brushed against mine.
"Do you mind if I hold your hand?" Hunter leaned in and asked.
"Whoa...Mr. Stalker is asking for permission to hold my hand?" I feigned shock.
He gave me a toothy grin. "Hey, I am not that bad. I am actually a gentleman once you get to know me."
"Mhm, I hardly doubt that," I scoffed.
"So...can I?" he asked and looked at me with a hopeful expression.
"You may hold my hands. But only for thirty seconds," I declared.
Hunter grabbed my hand immediately.
As Hunter clasped my hand, a jolt of warmth shot through me, contrasting with the cool breeze that rustled the leaves around us. I couldn't deny the electricity that seemed to dance between our intertwined fingers.
"Thirty seconds? That's all I get?" Hunter raised an eyebrow
