Christy's POV
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I shivered and curled my knees to my chest as I woke.
I'm not sure I'd ever experienced spacial disorientation before that moment, but I certainly felt it then.
I felt around my pockets for my phone, finding it in the right, and pulled it out to check the time. The screen's brightness hurt my eyes like no other, but also illuminated my surroundings as I realized where I was.
To my left was Hunter, back facing me, peacefully asleep on the blanket we'd laid out on the hill behind his studio cabin. He and I had apparently fallen asleep on the ground.
I looked back to my phone, remembering why I'd taken it out in the first place. 2:55 AM.
I pulled up the weather app and wasn't surprised to see it was 58 degrees. I was only dressed in a short-sleeved AE shirt, jeans, and flip flops. It was no wonder I was hopelessly freezing.
Part of me -- a large part of me, no less -- wanted to scoot over and curl up inside Hunter's protective embrace, but I didn't want to wake him or startle him by suddenly cuddling.
But it was just so tempting.
Sighing, I curled up with my back to his, close enough that our backs were touching, and tried to wrap my side of the blanket around myself. How Hunter wasn't freezing, I had no idea. He was wearing a black skin-tight tee, gray jeans, and had kicked off his shoes.
"My God it's cold."
He startled me.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
"No, no, please," he said groggily, stretching and yawning a cute little yawn. "What time is it?"
"A little before three."
"In the morning?"
"Well, yes. Look around."
From the moonlight I could see him open his eyes and look around consciously for the first time as they widened.
He scrambled to get up.
"I'm so sorry Christy, you're probably freezing. I didn't take you back to your car. I-"
"Hunter, shut up. Unless you don't want to because that was a pretty adorable rant."
He looked at me quizzically.
"I was comfortable. I'm fine. I don't work tomorr -- today anyways," I said laughing, realizing it was more early in the morning than late at night.
"Well then we should at least go inside. I have some spare blankets and pillows in there and there are two couches we can sleep on, unless you want me to drive you back now."
"I'd love to stay. If that's okay with you."
"More than okay," he said with a smile. I blushed.
"May I ask why you have sleeping, uh, materials here, though?"
He chuckled. "I may have crashed here after working into the night once or twice."
"Are you sure you don't work yourself too hard?"
"It's not work to me."
"Fair enough," I said, finally standing up and feeling around the ground with my feet for my shoes. He got up, grabbed his shoes and the blanket and wrapped it around me before we started heading back up to the studio.
When we got to the door, he started fumbling around in the darkness for his keys before pulling them out of his pocket. "The doors lock automatically," he informed me. I nodded.
