Sweet Rich Worshipers

Detention

(The Next Day - Sunday)

I groan as the sun starts to come through my window.

I shuffle so my face is to the wall and hug my pillow tighter. Why does it feel warmer this morning, and smell really good?

I sniffed one more time to realize it was mint and pinecone.

It's too early to think about anything so I hug the pillow as tight as I can with both arms and a leg reaching over so I'm basically on top of it.

I stop mid-squeeze when I can't go any further.

'Huh, that's weird' I think to myself but let it be anyway.

A deep chuckle echos my room that was a voice other than mine. Alarmed, I look up from my sleepy state and find Hunter laying down beside me with both arms crossed under his head and a facial expression filled with amusement.

The "pillow" I was referring to is apparently Hunter which makes my cheeks flush red. I try to lift myself off of him by placing my hands on his chest but since one of my legs were on his other side I fell fully on top of him.

I repeat the action and end up unintentionally straddling him. Gone with the playful smile, Hunters face transforms into a serious heated one.

His eyes so black I can't look away from.

Hunter then brings a hand to brush the hair that fell in front of my face behind my ear but his hand doesn't stop there.

Hunter drags his hand painfully slow down my exposed back. Still looking in his once light but now dark eyes makes me lose most of my senses.

When his hand reaches my ass, Hunter uses his middle finger to draw slow circles on one cheek. His cold silver ring makes contact with my skin and creates goosebumps along my body.

Thinking Hunter would smirk at this action I look at his lips. They were slightly open but no victorious grin, in fact there was no grin at all. Instead it was something more intense, his eyes now drooped and a tongue runs down his bottom lip that has become to dry.

A gentle squeeze on my ass makes me regain eye contact with Hunter having a pinker face then before.

My hands trail down his abs atop the shirt. Hunter lets out a struggled groan and brings his other hand to squeeze both ass cheeks at the same time.

"Well don't you two look comfortable." A voice I recognize as Mateo says at the doorway. His voice was dreadfully sad and disappointed.

I quickly scramble off Hunter who now has a scowl on his face and walk closer to Mateo trying to regain my senses.

"Wh-what are you guys doing here?" I ask attempting to diffuse the tense atmosphere.

"We have detention. Remember?" Hunter says while stiffly getting up from my bed and heading to my closet.

The recognition flows through my brain and I mutter an "Oh yeah." I look over to Hunter who's still rummaging through my closet but ignore it. I then turn my attention to Mateo who's still standing by the door.

"Not to be rude or anything but why are you here?" I direct my question to him and tilt my head in question.

"Well I am here as your master chef and someone to keep Thor company." Mateo smiles brightly and does a little twirl that I laugh at.

Hunter then hands me clothes and I notice it's my school uniform. "Go take a shower. I'll grab your bag and come to the kitchen when you're done." He smiles at me before heading to the couch where Thor is currently sleeping.