She's The Prettiest

She held her breath and waited for him to move away, but his lips lingered near her ear, hot breath tickling the tip of her earlobe. A shiver ran through her form due to his proximity. Hera withdrew her hands from the pockets of her trench coat and placed her palms on his chest. 

She had the full intention of shoving him away until she felt the hard ridges of his abdominal muscles under the thin material of his T-shirt. 

'Holy shit! What the fucking hell? What is he so delicious for?' 

"We're in public, Goddess, behave yourself," Hunter said, scolding her. A scowl of pretended displeasure plastered on his face while amusement danced in his purple eyes. "And can you please stop blushing so hard?" He asked, smirking when she glared at him.