Manoj Kumar

“Um, yeah. I should go say goodbye to everyone else, though.” “I told them we’re leaving. It’s all good.” I put my hand on my hip. “I don’t want them to think I’m rude.” “Trust me, they don’t think you’re rude.” He grabbed my hand and started pulling me out of the house. “Hunter,” I lightly protested, but we were already on the porch, and as soon as the door closed behind us, he pushed me against the wall and slammed his mouth on mine.”
― Anna Brooks, Hoping for Hunter