by the District Attorney’s office.
She kept meticulous records of everyone that came to the house, filled out paperwork as soon as they sent it, and made sure that he never missed a therapy appointment. He was doing exactly what he was supposed to be doing so whatever this was had to be a mistake.
“They’re arguing that the therapy sessions have been inconsistent,” he said absently, as dread crawled up her spine.
“But you haven’t missed an appointment,” she said hollowly because she’d actually been afraid something like this would happen since every therapist they’d sent his way had quit before the first session was over.
“It doesn’t matter,” he murmured calmly while she stood there, feeling like she was going to be sick.
“W-what’s going to happen?” she asked, forcing the words out as she released a shaky breath.
“I’m going to make sure that you’re taken care of,” he promised as she stood there, staring at him in disbelief.
“I can take care of myself, Hunter. What I want to know is what are they going to do to you,” she said, wondering why he always had to be so damn difficult.
“They want me to redo my sentence from the comfort of a jail cell,” he said, sighing as he leaned more heavily against the doorway.
“What? No, they can’t do that, Hunter,” Kylie mumbled weakly, as she grabbed hold of the back of the desk chair with a trembling hand as she struggled to remember how to breathe.
This couldn’t be happening.
They had to fix this. There had to be a way. Maybe if she-
“It’s funny. I’m facing spending the next year of my life in prison, but I can’t stop thinking about one thing,” Hunter said quietly, making her wonder how he could be so calm about this when she felt like her world was crashing down around her.
“What are you talking about?” she asked, somehow managing to get the words out even as she began that mantra that she’d never needed to be true more than right now.
“You,” Hunter said, as he glanced at her. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Hunter?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Kylie,” he said, as he pushed away from the wall and reached for her.
“I try to imagine what it will be like to be locked away for a year, but all I can think about is what it’s going to be like without you and it’s fucking kill me,” Hunter said, cupping her face in his hands as he leaned down and pressed his lips against her forehead.
“I’m not going anywhere, Hunter,” Kylie promised as she reached up and covered his hand with hers.
“No, you’re not,” he said softly, as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, taking her mouth in a slow kiss as he dropped his hands away so that he could wrap his arms around her.
He took his time kissing her, moving his lips slowly against hers as she threaded her fingers through his hair. He wasn’t going anywhere, she told herself, but even as she tried to convince herself that everything was going to be fine, she pulled herself closer, needing to be closer to him.
“Hunter,” she said his name on a plea, not sure what she was asking for but knowing without a doubt that he would give it to her.
Tightening his hold around her, he deepened the kiss, taking her mouth in a hungry kiss as he pressed her back against the wall. Before her back hit the wall, he was moving his hands over her, tracing the curves of her breasts, hips, and bottom where he used his hold to pull her against him so that she could feel just how much he wanted her.
“Oh, God,” she said, letting her head drop to the side as Hunter kissed his way down to her neck, his hands kneading her bottom one last time before reaching for her shirt.
Before her shirt hit the floor, he was taking her mouth in a hard kiss as he worked her bra free, pausing to run his fingers over what he’d revealed. He swallowed her whimper as he ran his hand over her breast, brushing his palm over her nipple, teasing it until he palmed her breast, kneading it in his hand as he slid the nipple between his fingers only releasing her breast long enough to take her bra off and drop it on the floor.
With one last kiss, Hunter began slowly kissing his way down her body as his hands led the