Our faces were an inch apart and I braced my damp palms on his chair.
His fingers picked up an object from inside the chair and tugged my left breast pocket.
“What do you think?” Hunter said.
“About your eyes lingering on my crotch?”
“About the boutonniere.” He winked, dropping his fingers from me. “I already know what you think about my eyes lingering on your crotch.”
I flustered and stood upright. A light red carnation. I hadn’t been serious about Hunter bringing me a corsage. Or a boutonniere.
My cheeks burned holding the freaking smile on my face. “I wasn’t serious about bringing one of these.”
“You weren’t, maybe. I am.”