Hunter looked over you. Gone was the collected man you knew, replaced by a person harboring feelings you didn't know existed. "How could you not feel it?" He asked. "I'm so in love with you. I've been-- I've been in love with you for the majority of our friendship." You were shocked. Your best friend of five years was expressing his underlying love for you. Is that why he never told you about his love life? Is that why he didn’t like talking to you about other men? Was that why he was unreasonably bitter when you introduced him to your male friends? He took a step closer to you, pushing you against the wall. His body hovered over yours, his breath hot against your face. You were so god damn beautiful, and only more enticing up close. Everything about you had Hunter go into a frenzy: your face, your skin, your body, your personality. "Tell me you want me,” he whispered desperately. “If not, what do I need to do for your love?"