That soft voice. That concern.
Hunter wanted to bite into it.
He wanted to drag him back down by the wrist.
Instead, he looked up from the floor, let one leg lie straight on the ground, but tented the other one so that he could rest his elbow on his knee, so he could rest his cheek in his hand.
"The magic is broken," he teased, " and it didn't even last till midnight."
His grin was too sharp, too wolfish. "Do you think fairy godmothers give refunds?"
Stacey's face twisted in that perfect mixture of annoyance and flustered.
God, I could live off that expression alone, but having all of him is better.
"You make me happy," Hunter whispered before he could stop himself.
Stacey blinked.
"What?"
"What?" Hunter echoed innocently. "Am I not allowed to admit my fiancé makes me happy?"
"How is everything out of your mouth utter bullshit all the time? That's gotta be a special talent of yours."
Hunter nodded in agreement, a grin breaking his face up. It felt unnatural.
