“You?” He questions, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I pull my lips away from my straw as I point up. “On the sixth floor.” I smile. “Just moved in last week and I absolutely love it here. It’s beautiful.”

His eyes widen as he looks me up and down, making my cheeks flush red. “Glad to hear that. That means we’ll definitely run in to each other again. I definitely don’t mind that.”

“This is weird,” I admit.

“Why’s that?” He leans in close and pulls my chin up to look at him. My eyes set on his full lips as he speaks again. “That we live in the same building?”

I let out a small laugh, not even believing what I’m finally about to admit. I’ve kept this from him for six years. “I kind of had this small crush on you in high school. Okay, so maybe a huge crush, but I was always too chicken shit to approach you.”

He smiles big, making my heart speed up. “I had no idea.” He releases my chin and takes another drink, watching me over the rim. “I had a thing for you too.”

I look up at him, eyebrows scrunched in disbelief. He’s messing with me now. Either that or I’ve had one too many purple drinks. “You don’t have to say that to make me feel better, you know?”

He shakes his head and laughs as if he’s surprised that I think he’s joking. “I’m not. I seriously thought you were incredibly hot. I almost asked you to dance with me at a party once, but I saw you with some guy so I didn’t bother.”

I feel my heart crush at the mention of Jordan. That’s something that I don’t want to think about. It’s been over two years since I have let his name even cross my thoughts. I need to steer this in a different direction and fast, before I lose my shit.

“Yeah . . . well you should have asked anyways.”

He watches me closely as I unknowingly start to down my drink faster. “Maybe I should have,” he says. “Someone a little thirsty tonight?”

I look down at my drink, with my straw hanging between my lips. It’s already halfway gone and I had just ordered it right before Hunter showed up. I release my straw and sit up straight. “Just a little bit. It’s been a long day.” I smile and bite my bottom lip as he watches me. “What?”

He leans in closer and brushes my hair behind my ear, before leaning in and whispering, “I was thinking maybe I should dance with you now to make up for it.”

I feel his thumb brush below my ear, and without thinking, I lean my head back and close my eyes, leaning into his touch. “Oh yeah,” I say softly.

I feel the slight brush of his lips below my ear before he speaks again. “Yeah. You look so sexy right now, and since no one is supposed to call you . . .” He grabs my hand and helps me to my feet. “Then I think it’s up to me to show you a good time.”

Releasing my drink, I let him walk me out to the dance floor where there’s a small group of people dancing. A few eyes land on us, but no one says a word as we find a spacious area.

Without hesitation, he links an arm around my waist and pulls me against him. His body grinds against mine in a way that sends a shiver throughout my body. He definitely knows how to work his hips, and I have to admit that it turns me on.

I feel a small breath escape me at the realization that I would have died to be this close to him in high school and now here I am, up close and very personal.

Being in his arms right now gives me a small rush, and I have to admit that I like that he doesn’t seem shy with me. He moves my body in ways that he wants without hesitation, not worrying if it’s crossing a line or not. It’s intoxicating.

“Is this weird?” He whispers next to my ear. “The way I move your body with mine . . . because I’ve honestly wanted to do this for years.”

Spreading my legs with his knee, he places his leg between mine and grips the back of my neck, slightly dipping me backwards. He grinds his hips a few times, causing my heart to skip a beat from our closeness.

I grip onto the front of his shirt and move my hips with his when I feel one of his hands squeeze the bottom of my left ass cheek. Our bodies are as close as possible and I can feel the thickness of his erection poking me, driving me insanely mad.

All I can keep thinking is Hunter James. This is the Hunter from high school. Feeling his hardness against me is something I never thought would happen. I feel like a blushing little schoolgirl right now.

His hand squeezes my ass tighter, causing me to let out a small moan as his lips slowly caress my neck. “I want to taste your lips so fucking bad, Calla.” He shamelessly grinds his hips into me, making his erection very clear. “See what being close to you does to me?”

I let out a nervous breath when he grabs the back of my head and without hesitation, presses his lips to mine, tasting me as if he’s been waiting forever for this moment.

When his tongue slips into my mouth to swirl around mine, I moan into his mouth and grip onto his shirt for support. His sudden kiss steals my breath away. No joke. I actually couldn’t breathe for a second when I felt the brush of his tongue on my bottom lip. My heart is beating insanely fast and my thoughts are going fucking crazy as I stand here kissing him back.

It feels so damn good to finally be kissing Hunter, but at the same time has me thinking about how I was just kissing Kyan yesterday, and not to mention, having the best sex of my life.

We both pull away from the kiss, breathing heavily, and a satisfied smile forms on Hunter’s lips as he watches my expression. “Fuck . . . that felt nice; better than I’d imagined.”

“Yeah,” I admit, before licking my lips. “Really . . . really nice.”

We stand here for a moment before Hunter pulls his phone from his pocket. “Shit. My brother has been texting me.” He presses his lips to mine one more time before reaching down into my pocket and pulling out my phone. He punches his number into it and hands it back to me. “I was supposed to be at my brother’s over an hour ago and he’s definitely not happy with my ass right now. The fucker is blowing up my phone.” He points down at my cell. “Save my number. I want to hang out soon.”

Swallowing, I look down at my phone before smiling up at him. “I think we can make that happen.”

He smiles and starts backing away toward the bar. “I sure hope so, considering we only live four floors apart. Text me so I have your number.” He turns away and whistles to get Dane’s attention before tossing some money down onto the bar and rushing out of the bar.