Hunter’s P.O.V. (Continued)
Bethany was full of surprises and uncertainty, and she startled me when she suddenly kissed my cheeks and then ran to the bathroom. It felt so natural, so good and I felt happy. I had kissed her so many times on her neck, on her cheeks, on her forehead, and on her nose, but she never did anything that could be counted as intimate on her part. I just stared at the closed door of the bathroom for a few minutes. Why did she have to be the woman with whom I was so comfortable? Why did she have to be so naive? My grandfather’s words kept on surfacing at the back of my mind and it was really irritating me now. She didn’t answer me directly when I asked her if she liked me or not, but her answer was a clear indication that she was with me at her will. I forced her to
