It was a hard choice, deciding whether to close his eyes or keep them open. Everything Hunter was feeling was so intense, it was near the point of overwhelming him. For the first time his bite-enhanced senses were sending him pleasure, the taste and scent of Fawn that he already knew so well, now tinged with lust. On the other hand, he longed to see everything and not miss a moment.
It was his eyes being open that let him catch the movement of the sofa from the corner of his vision. Hunter supposed it was his own fault, being that the room was meeting his wants and needs, but he was still shocked when it spread out over the floor, becoming a perfect replica of his bed at home. He made a shocked sound against Fawn's lips, but didn't break their embrace.