20 Questions

Chapter 61

"Did I mention how much I missed taking a shower with you?" Hunter asks as I run a brush through my wet hair. I laugh at him and swat his back side, those perfectly sculpted glutes that just dare me to sink my teeth into.

"Well, if the middle of that shower was any indication, I would say you missed it a lot."

He laughs and wraps the towel around his waist. I don't know why he is bothering to put on a towel because I fully intend to rip it off the second we get to the bedroom. If we are spending the entire day in bed together, it isn't going to be covered up in any way, shape or form. Everything about this man makes my hormones go haywire.

Hunter nonchalantly maneuvers through the room to recover his screaming cell phone. The interruption brings an irritation that is prominent in his tone as he answers.

"Hello....no.... because I'm not. You all can. I don't know...maybe. I will let you know later. Yeah.... we are still set for tomorrow.... I don't know, dude. We will see when we get there.... Can we talk about this later? No, we already did.... All right, y'all have fun. Later." He hangs up the phone after his voice went from pleasant to irritable to excited and then back to irritable. He rolls his eyes so hard I practically feel it across the room.

"Who was that?" I ask him.

"Bryson."

"Oh, what did he want?"

"He wanted to know if I wanted to go to the slopes with them."

"You don't want to go?"

Please say no, please say no.

"No, I sure as hell don't. I have big day with you...naked...in this bed." The giddy girl inside of me gloats as he lifts his eyebrows up and down.

"What are you going to let him know later?"

"He wants to know if we want to go to dinner."

"Oh. Ok."

I consider asking more questions, but I already feel like my mother and her constant need to interrogate everyone. I think about going to dinner with all the guys tonight, but the possibility of being stuck at a restaurant with no way to leave is at the top of the list of shit I don't want to deal with. Especially if they start talking about that damn camping trip again. I didn't exactly manage that situation with a level head last time. I'm just about to drop the phone conversation, but I can't help myself.

"What's still on for tomorrow?"

"Woman, if you don't stop asking me questions, I am going to bend you over my knee and smack that ass. Now get over here and get in this bed with me."

I'll take your punishment and raise you a blow job.

I skip over to the bed and jump in with a giggle before Hunter pulls me on top of his hard body. I cross my arms on his chest and rest my chin on my hand.

"You are so beautiful," he tells me as he pushes my hair out of my face and plants a small kiss on the tip my nose.

"As are you. So, tell me about this life of yours."

"This life of mine?" he questions. His royal blues squint, his eyebrows push together and I clarify the randomness of Jenna Janes.

"Like your day-to-day life. I want to know details and what I will be going back to."

He likes my phrasing and honestly, I do too. There's no way I am leaving this place without him again. Since we have reunited, I've been picturing what our life would be like together. How will our work routines line up? Are we even still engaged? Will we move in together?