Hunter couldn't help himself. Fawn was so close, her hair so soft and fragrant, right in front of him. He leaned forward, taking in a deep breath of his sister, her normal fragrance tinged with something headier, or perhaps that was still the girl down the alley. It was hard to tell where one couple stopped and the other began.
"Fawn," Hunter whispered softly, next to her ear. His hand let go of her wrist and found a place on her hip, moving over the natural curve of her body. He knew they should go; for the couple's sake and their own sake, they should turn around and forget what they'd seen. But something kept Hunter rooted to the spot.