Will You Marry Me?
The first time I met Hunter, the night I had walked up to him at that bar and asked him to marry me like a fool,
the way he had kidnapped Evans in broad daylight in front of everyone. The way I had hated him, feared him, yet still… still been drawn to him.
I remembered waking up in Panama, confused and scared. But then there were good moments too—the way he had protected me, fed me, sat beside me and looked at me like I was the only girl in the world.
And then, that moment. The one I couldn’t erase, no matter how hard I tried.
Walking into that classroom. Seeing Evans lying in a pool of his own blood, Hunter kneeling over him.
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