Mine *don't read: being rewritten*

Chapter Twenty-Eight

(Riley's POV)

I wake up and my head is pounding. I keep my eyes closed, knowing that the light coming in through the window would only make it worse. My head hurts too bad to try to remember what happened last night. I drank a little - or a lot? - clearly. I don't want to leave the warmth of my blanket, or Hunter's arms, but I need water or something.

I meant to go downstairs, but I end up in front of the toilet. This is why I don't drink. Hunter comes in after a minute. He ties my hair up and rubs my back slowly.

"You drank a lot last night," he says softly. I nod, falling back into his arms. He wipes my mouth with a towel.

"You did, too," I whine.

"I didn't drink as much as you thought I did, babe." Hunter laughs.

I stand up so I can brush my teeth. I look in the mirror, and my eyes immediately find a little bruise on my neck. I rinse out my mouth and run my fingers over the mark. "Hunter, did we do something last night?"

Hunter looks up and finds the spot on my neck. He smirks a little. "How do you know that I gave you that?" I turn around to look at him. I try to take a step towards him, but he backs me up against the wall.

"Because you wouldn't let anyone else touch me like that," I whisper.

Hunter presses his forehead to mine; his hands on either side of my head. "And why's that?" His lips brush against mine as he talks, and I can't help but laugh.

"Because I'm yours."

"Because you're mine," Hunter repeats quietly. His lips meet mine, but I have to pull away after a second.

He frowns at me. "What?" he asks, kissing my forehead.

"My head hurts." I start down the stairs, and Hunter follows.

"I'm sorry."

"Why'd you let me drink so much?" I ask him. I take the ibuprofen out of the medicine cabinet. Hunter gets a glass of water for me. I take the glass from him, and don't let him answer my question before I keep talking. "I'm trying to be mad at you here, stop making me love you."

"All I did was get you water?" He says, confused. I take the pill and drink the water.

"But you getting me the water required me to move less, and it's helping my head." Hunter rolls his eyes at me. "Why'd you let me drink so much?" I ask again.

"You were having so much fun. And drunk Riley is cute. She's all confused and giggly." He kisses the top of my head.

I roll my eyes and rest my forehead on his chest. "Are you hungry?" Hunter asks. I'm not at all, really, but if I say no Hunter will worry. He always worries. So I nod yes.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing." I groan.

"Rye," he starts.

"Hunter," I mimic his pleading tone. He laughs for a second.

"Okay." He kisses my forehead.

~

We watch a movie. We also decide that if I feel better tomorrow, that we'll go out. Hunter leaves after the movie, and makes me promise that I'll call him about tomorrow. I push him out the door without giving him an answer.

The next day, I do call Hunter. He tells me that he's coming to get me at six thirty. I start getting ready at five thirty, determined to be ready when he gets here and rub it in his face.

I'm curling my hair, still only in a long t-shirt, and I hear a door open. I figure it's just Sam because she just went out with a friend. But then I hear footsteps too heavy to be Sam.