Christy's POV
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I opened my eyes to the sound of light snoring as my head lightly went up and down.
I looked around without moving to realize my head was tucked under Hunter's neck on his chest as he slept, laid back and a little bit sprawled out on the couch.
I let my eyes flutter closed once again, but I didn't fall asleep. I lay there, curled up onto Hunter as he slept, and thought hard.
The kid was really persistent, I'll give him that. But I honestly didn't think I deserved him. I believed him when he said it didn't have anything to do with our past, that he really was falling for me. The way I felt right then, I realized I was falling for him, too. I'd told him the night before that we didn't love each other, but that there was definitely something there. What if that something was to become love? I wasn't sure I was capable of loving. Not right then.
The past few months had been such a whirlwind. I recapped them in my head.
December 14th, Wes had thrown the vase. That was when I ran. I stayed with Alex that night, and Ally the following two nights. I returned to the apartment on December 17th and moved out on the 30th. Never saw Wes again.
January 9th I started working at Dan's coffee shop. Then a month later, it started spinning out of control. February 22nd I'd found Hunter. That was the night of the wreck. Ally told me she'd gotten engaged on February 23rd. A little over a month after that was the concert: March 29th. I met Hunter on April 8th. Right around then was when I'd started dating Alex. We were together for a little over a month. Then May 10th was when Hunter and I had finally gone to dinner, and Alex had found us. Hunter and I went to dinner the second time May 17th. And here we were, the morning of Thursday, May 23rd.
I smiled contently, just as Hunter stirred beneath me.
"What time is it?" he said in his cute morning voice.
"Uhm, uh, it's," I looked at my phone on the coffee table. "7:48."
"Early," he grumbled.
I nodded before turning and looking at him, sitting up next to him.
"Thank you for staying with me last night."
"I told you there wasn't anywhere I'd rather have been. Except maybe Starbucks. Maybe." He winked at me.
I smacked his arm. "Dork."
"You're really cute in the morning."
"You're quite the flirt, Hayes."
"Only with you."
"Oh gosh. Do you want coffee?"
"I'd love that," he said as I stood up to head to the kitchen and he sat up on the couch, rubbing his eyes and looking around for his phone.
I turned on the Keurig and started to make his cup first when I felt his presence in the kitchen with me.
"You know what I just realized?''
I turned to face him, raising my eyebrows. "What?"
"I don't know your full name. If it weren't for your contact in my phone, I wouldn't even know your last name."
"I know yours," I said with a smirk.
"Yeah, well, I have a Wikipedia page, so."
I laughed. "So you want to know my middle name."
"Yes."
"Okay. Ten bucks."
"What?"
"You heard me."
"You're going to make me pay you to tell me your middle name."
"Yes. Yes I am."
"You're quite the character," he said as he took out his wallet, handing me a ten dollar bill.
I laughed hard. "Hunter, I'm kidding. Keep the ten. And it's Lorraine."
He went into deep thought, looking at the ceiling. Then he spoke, seemingly to himself. "Christina Lorraine Thomas."
I nodded. "That's me."
"Christina Lorraine Hayes," he mumbled again.
"Hunter!"
He laughed. "Sorry, I wanted to see how you'd reacted."
"You're so strange. That was very bold of you."
His face contorted into pseudo-worry. "I shouldn't have said that, actually. I'm sorry."
I waved him off. "Don't worry about it."
His coffee finished, so I handed him the mug while I made mine.
"So, can we go out again sometime, like, soon?" he blurted.
I turned around to face him again, and he just stood there, looking at me expectantly.
When I didn't respond immediately, he said, a little quieter, "It's fine if you don't want to."
"No, I do," I said, trailing off.
"I feel like there's a 'but' in there somewhere, " he said.
"I feel like you just asked me on a date."
"Not necessarily."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It doesn't need to be a date. It could just be friends out together."
"Haven't we already done that?"
"What's your point?"
I didn't actually know where I was going with this. Or why I was hesitant to answer. Because I didn't want to actually date him. Not now. At least I didn't think I did. But especially after last night, and how right it felt with him, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself otherwise, I couldn't resist.
"Yes."
He furrowed his eyebrows. "What?"
"Yes. I'll go on a date with you."
The corners of his mouth crept into a smile as he nodded his head. "Good, good. I need to go clean up. Do you have any plans tonight?"
"I have rehearsal at six and probably won't be done till eight."
"I'll pick you up afterwards then?"
"Tonight?"
"That's kind of what I was getting at..."
"That's fine. I'll text you when I'm done."
"I'll be there," he smiled, setting his now empty mug in the sink.
We stood there looking into each other's eyes before I fell into his open arms and he hugged me tightly before turning to go.
"I'll see you later, Christy."
"See you then, Hunt."
What was happening to us? Whatever it was, however apprehensive, I liked it. A lot.
