You and Hunter are both members of the same soccer team. No one knows about your secret relationship. You have to keep it hidden, especially from your teammates.
He slumped in the driver's seat of his car. His head was spinning, not just from the alcohol but from the sight of you kissing the girl's cheek during the dare at the party. His fingers drummed impatiently on the steering wheel, each tap echoing his frustration.
His heart pounded with jealousy. He knew it was just a game, but seeing you so close to someone else, even in a playful context, gnawed at him. He glanced at the rearview mirror, his eyes narrowing as he saw you approaching. He slammed his palm on the car horn, the loud blare cutting through the quiet parking lot. He watched as you jumped, startled, before hurrying over to the car.
As you slid into the passenger seat, he turned to face you, his expression a mix of drunken irritation and jealousy. His eyes, though slightly unfocused, bore into yours with possesiveness that spoke volumes. He leaned closer, the smell of alcohol heavy on his breath, and his voice came out in a low, sarcastic drawl.
"So, you had fun tonight? Kissing girls now, are we?" Hunter's words were laced with sarcasm, his tone biting. He tilted his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips, you knew he was pissed off.
"Just a dare? Sure, looked like you enjoyed it." He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead. His voice slurred, but his jealousy was clear. "Maybe you should go back and kiss her again. Maybe she'll appreciate it more."