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"So if I let you go," I started, and his eyebrows rose speculatively. "When will you be coming back to me?"
Hunter shifted into a sitting position, wrapping his hands around my waist and resting his forehead against mine.
We were sitting in the little secluded meadow where, just a few weeks ago, we made love for the first time. It had quickly become my favorite place in the world—the soft grass, the spring flowers and the blue sky and sunshine above us; this was as close to perfection as possible in my life.
"Just for the summer, love. Like I've told you a thousand times."
I nodded, my nose brushing his and inciting a giggle from me. "I know," I said, and it unintentionally came out sounding like a whine. "But I guess it will be easier now that I'm going to Scotland."
Hunter pulled back, eyes wide in surprise. "They said yes?"
I bit my lip. "They haven't made the official announcement, but when they sent me to get my picture taken to renew my passport, I got a little suspicious and did some digging. I'm flying out in about three weeks."
"You're not one for surprises, are you?" he asked.
"Not really." I said, my tone flat.
Hunter leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine, a little shiver going down my spine. "So at least we'll be able to see each other this summer."
I nodded. "Unless, of course, you don't want to see me," I said in mock-seriousness. "I mean if you're going to see your girlfriend back home, I don't want to intrude."
His eyes narrowed in thought. "No, no girlfriend. Two kids though."
"Yes, and I'm sure they'd love to meet their future stepmother."
I sat back, folding my arms across my chest. "I'm going to be a stepmother? Jeez, I should start brushing up on my Disney movies. They all make the stepmother sound so wicked."
"You do have witchy tendencies," he offered.
"Very true." I agreed. "I feel like I need a witchier name than 'Morgan.' It just doesn't sound very intimidating. If I'm going to be an evil witch, I need a more commanding title."
"I promise you're intimidating." He assured me, pulling me into another kiss. Would his touch ever not affect me? I felt like I could never get enough of him.
I pulled back to catch my breath, my heart beating out of my chest. "Just to clarify, there aren't actually kids, right?"
And then the bastard just laughed at me. I smacked his chest and he caught my wrist and lay back, pulling me on top of him. "None. The only children I want are with you—in the distant future." He added.
I got off of him and lay on my side, propping myself up with my elbow. "What would you do if I were pregnant now?"
"Do you have something you need to tell me?"
I shook my head. "I just want to make sure you're not a deadbeat and leave me alone at seventeen with your baby to support. In all seriousness, I really don't want to have any reason to be on Maury or Jerry Springer."
"You're not pregnant?"
I laughed. "No, definitely not. You think I'd be this calm if I were?"
Hunter rolled his eyes good-naturedly and pulled me underneath him, our legs intertwining and lips fusing together.
And just like that, all thoughts of him leaving, of Scotland, of babies and futures, evaporated as we got lost in each other.