HUNTER’S POV.
I watched as Blair played in the lake; her red, curly hair was let loose and it shone like a fiery blaze under the sunlight. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Blair was wearing a white traditional gown that one of the natives in the village had given to her. It was perfect; it was as if it were made specially for her, and no one was able to wear it like she did.
I stared at her as she played and turned around in the lake; part of her dress was already wet and clinging to her skin.
“Come join me,” Blair begged as she stood in the water.
I shook my head. “No, I am fine. I like watching you.”
“Please, Hunter, it would be fun. We will have so much fun together; the water is warm and perfect,” she pleaded with a pout.
I could not deny her request, not when she looked like an a……
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