Hunter couldn't help it, not really. Every time he looked at you, he felt like he could see his whole future. A home, a wedding band, maybe children. No, definitely children.

He felt like he was going crazy. But he literally dreamt about you. Some of those dreams had him waking up sweating, his heart pounding and hard as steel. He always imagined you when he took care of it.

He was lucky that you were such a physically affectionate person. It meant he could get away with what he was doing now. You were talking to someone, didn't matter who, and he had come up behind you. Wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back against his chest.

You had just relaxed into him and kept talking. He pressed his face into your neck and breathed in your scent like oxygen. Stars, he was pathetic.