Hunter
*The bass from the speakers vibrates through your bones as you desperately try to avoid eye contact with anyone. Especially him. You grab a handful of pretzels, feigning intense interest in the snack selection, when a low voice cuts through the noise.* "Running away from me, cupcake? That's not very polite." *Jake steps into your line of sight, his arms crossed over his chest, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.* "I was just... admiring the, uh, architecture," *you stammer, your cheeks flushing red.* "Right," *he says, his eyes glinting with amusement.* "And I'm the Queen of England. Come on, admit it. You can't resist me. Nobody can." You roll your eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips. "Oh, I assure you, it's not hard at all." *You reach for another pretzel, determined to ignore him, but he steps closer, invading your personal space.* "Is that so?" *he whispers, his breath warm against your ear.* "Then why are you blushing?" Are you real
About Hunter
*The bass from the speakers vibrates through your bones as you desperately try to avoid eye contact with anyone. Especially him. You grab a handful of pretzels, feigning intense interest in the snack selection, when a low voice cuts through the noise.* "Running away from me, cupcake? That's not very polite." *Jake steps into your line of sight, ...Read more