Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(31)

Clarice’s heart went into a horse gallop before ending at the finish line at a sprint, and then her head decided to go on a roller coaster spin. Swarms of butterflies fluttered inside her stomach and her lungs were once again seized by an asthmatic attack. While all of this was happening, she kept her eyes closed tight.

Clarice realized that whatever had smashed against her lips must be other lips. Those soft, supple lips moved slowly along the contours of her own mouth, nipping softly here and there. She felt she was on cloud nine. Was this what a first kiss should feel like? Because even though she was inexperienced, she wanted to try out some more. It was thoroughly addicting.

Was this chemistry? Who was this man that just kissed her? Would he be the father of her baby? Would she be brave enough to ask for his sperm? All of these questions buzzed in her head without any answer. Curious, she opened her eyes slowly and was once again at a loss for speech as the person who had just kissed her was actually the one person she had wished she would never see again.

“You!” Clarice finally uttered in shock, shame, embarrassment, and surprise.

She tried to push Hunter off but was unsuccessful. When she was about to scrabble out from underneath him, he toppled over backwards and in turn pulled her along with him too. Now she was lying on top of him, kissing his cheek.

Clarice’s cheeks warmed in a bashful pink flush. Embarrassed, she swiftly got up from the awkward position, straightening out her clothing to resemble some form of normality.

“Did you enjoy that?” Hunter asked with a smirk on his face, his eyes twinkling in wicked amusement when he got up to straighten his clothing too.

Hunter couldn’t believe his luck when he saw the woman from the club the other day. And here he just kissed her. Man, that was amazing. Not like that sloppy kiss from the other girl at all.

Clarice, who saw Hunter smirking at her, just wanted to shout at him for causing her this much distress. No one had ever been that close to her before. No one had ever kissed her before. In actual fact, that was her very first kiss, and it had to be in front of a goddamn bathroom.

“I…”

“Wait. Don’t talk,” Hunter interrupted when an idea popped into his head. “Stay right there,” he instructed her.

Clarice was too stunned to react, as in the next second, a white flash blinded her vision, making her blink a few times until it returned to normal again. And then she realized Hunter had just taken a picture of her with his iPhone.

“What was that for?” she asked, aghast.

“Evidence,” Hunter stated simply, saving the image to his phone.

“Evidence?” Clarice asked.

“Yes.”

“For what?” she asked, flabbergasted at the whole outcome.

“So I can sue you.”

“Sue me? Why?” Clarice was confused.

“Because A: you just kissed me without my permission, and B: you spat on my shirt.”

Was this Casanova for real? She kissed him without permission and now he was suing her? Shouldn’t she sue him because he stole her first kiss?

Clarice wanted to curse herself. After a restless night, dreaming about her first real date—which hopefully would lead to something more, aka husband and/or father of her child—she couldn’t believe she had to meet this Casanova again.

“Okay, let me make this clear. A: I did not kiss you. It was an accident. Obviously, you needed glasses because you can’t see where you’re going. You bumped into me, and then you kissed me.”

“Not from my perspective,” Hunter interjected. “A: you were walking like you were dawdling with the fairies. When I saw you, I was gonna talk to you about my ruined shirt, but then you had to bump into me first. Then you even dragged me down and kissed me without my consent.”