17• My Viking

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I felt when Hunter came to bed but I was too tired to get up.

Now it's morning as I felt when he moved but I needed another minute.

I only opened my eyes when I heard the shower running.

I sat up and checked my eyes and hair, forgetting to even wear my bonnet last night so it was a puffy mess.

Ignoring it, I stayed there until the shower stopped and seconds later he exited the bathroom.

My eyes widened at the sight of his naked body, covered with the towel that was around his waist.

He's looking at me but I'm too busy staring.

Due to wearing long sleeves, pants, and turtle neck, I didn't know all this was in hiding.

My mouth open but no words came out.

Lots and lots of tattoos. Even underneath that hairy chest.

Two things stuck out, his nibbles are pierced.

I...

I'm speechless that even my thoughts were jumbled.

I see why Red is his ex though. He just didn't overdo it.

"Little lady, you're up." He says, yet it's clear in his voice that he wants me to say something.

I looked further down below his v-line where it's hidden by the towel.

"And so are you, Hulk." I smirked.

He both sighed with relief and chuckled.

"Yeah."

I looked down and closed my eyes, wondering why I just did that to myself.

"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly, coming around to check on me.

"Hunter." I breathe, taking his hand off my back. "Get dressed."

He starts laughing.

"It's not funny." I hissed, hiding my blushing face.

"It's sexy." He whispers in my ear.

"Whatever."

"I'm all yours, Jhanna-Rae Amani Marley." He teases.

"Mhmm hmm." I hummed, getting out of bed from his side. "One day you'll get a taste of your own medicine."

"Then I can't wait." He had the nerve to say.
 
 
 
After showering, I even got my hair washed and was drying it when a knock came on the door.

"Breakfast is ready, Rae," Polly called.

"I'll be there in a minute," I responded.

"How are you feeling?" She asks.

"You can come in." I smiled, knowing she was just worried like everyone was. "I'm trying to do something with my hair but I have too many styles in mind."

She came and I watched as her eyes widened at the sight of my hair being blown out. "You need to come downstairs like that."

"Really?" I wondered.

"Definitely." She nods. "Are you okay though?"

"I'm good." I nod. "Hunter and you all are the best. I don't feel like death or depression is clouding me so it's a good sign. Thank you."

I held her hand and she smiled with a nod but I could still see the worry in her eyes.

This one is a real mom.

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