Was He Slobbery?

I passed on dinner and went straight to my room. I sat there in bed and replayed Hunter and my moment in his cell. I blushed as I remembered his lips on mine. I hugged my pillow and tried to force the images out of my head so I could think about the meeting tomorrow night, but it was no use when my mind kept making a connection to get back to him. I tried to think of how we were escaping and then it linked to how we broke in and then why we broke in and how I was in his cell and then he kissed me… No! I’ll think about the meeting. So, after we escape, we will need to take a break for Cal’s car in the back of the funeral home, Hunters car is impressive, I wonder what it would be like to make out in it? Ugh… round three. When I meet his brother, I’ll…

“This is so pointless!” I groaned and fell back in bed.

“There you are!” Cal burst through the door carrying a couple of pears in her hand, “You weren’t at dinner! I have been looking everywhere for you!”