Fallen for you

Chapter 19

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Being Hunter's girlfriend was a lot simpler than I thought it would be, things really seemed like they were finally falling into place for me. There was no pressure, no fights, date nights, a few unkind looks from those around us, but we ignored them none the less. I hadn't spoken to my mom in a good two weeks, I'd made the soccer team along with Brooke and Sara so practices kept me busy, as did the constant load of homework, girl nights, group nights, and Hunter.

I woke up to the smell of omelets on a Monday morning instead of my alarm clock, and a smile made it's way across my face. These days, I often woke up to the smell of delicious food, or the feeling of his lips against my forehead. I felt more beautiful than I did insecure, and I was finally beginning to find my balance. It was as if nothing that my mother had said, or the ignorance of other people mattered.

I sniffed the sheets that smelled of us, I hadn't slept in my own bed once in the past three weeks that we were together. I got out of bed, made my way to the bathroom and smiled at the sight of my black tooth brush resided beside his sky blue one in the silver toothbrush holder. Little things like this brought me significant amounts of joy. I washed my face and brushed my teeth and when I was finished, stared at my reflection in the mirror.

I would not have recognized myself a month prior to this, I guess this is what contentment and happiness does to you. My eyes were filled with a buoyancy that caused them to have a permanent glow, I ran a hand through my messy bed head, grabbed my brush which rested on the brass stand next to the sink and started to brush through the tangled mess that was my hair until it was straight and soft.

I often went to bed in Hunter's shirts and a pair of shorts, infact I was surrounded by him so much that people were beginning to smell like him, and he smelled like me. It was a comforting thought, that after being with someone they automatically become a part of your physical being.

He was in the kitchen, hair more a mess than mine had been, sticking up in every direction, his shirtless back turned, muscles unclenched as he worked over the stove. I stared at him for a moment, folding my arms and resting them on the breakfast bar.

Here stood this beautiful man, who was all mine, tall, tan and muscular with eyes that constantly made me melt, a voice as smooth as satin with a body that all men would kill for. There are men who are handsome, men who are cute, but he was the mere definition of beautiful. He must have sensed my presence because he looked over his shoulder and looked at me in awe, but as if he expected me to be there.

"Goodmorning beautiful," he said, with his rugged sleepy voice that sent delightful chills down my spine as he quickly turned off the burner and then made his way over to me. He pulled me to him, bent down slightly and tilted my chin up so that he could kiss me, every kiss that we had felt like the very first from that day at the pier. It was soft, gentle, slow, and yet terribly frantic and eager.

I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me as I whispered.

"Goodmorning, my love."

I got on my toes and he tucked my hair behind my ears as he deepened the kiss. My heart began to flutter in my chest and I cupped his cheek.

I could feel time slowly passing, and I remembered the classes that we had to go to, and the breakfast that was on the stove almost finished, so with a heavy sigh I pulled away.

"Breakfast, we have to eat breakfast, still have to shower, get dressed, and then go to class," I said softly against his lips, and it was more like I was trying harder to convince myself that these things were important, than I was trying to convince him.

"Mmm, can't I just have you for breakfast, help you shower, and then get you dressed?" he asked in a whiny and rough yet seductive tone that almost made my knees buckle.

When it came to sex, he hadn't even brought up the subject, everytime we'd made out or came even close to having sex, he'd look me in the eyes. He cared, he knew that I wasn't ready, and he was willing to wait; though that didn't mean that he wouldn't playfully suggest it. It didn't make me uncomfortable, it was just another thing about him that made my heartbeat skyrocket.

"You'd like that though, wouldn't you?" I asked teasingly, as I wiggled my eyebrows and grinned at him and he nodded eagerly.

"Nah," I said scrunching up my face like a little child as I walked past him into the kitchen, which wasn't my smartest move because before I knew it he wrapped his arms around my waist and started kissing my neck gently.

I closed my eyes and started to breathe heavily as the kisses started turning into little nips, he slid his hands down to my hips and started rolling my shirt up until it reached my under arms, I unconciously lifted my arms above my head and he slipped the shirt over my head before he dropped it carelessly on the floor, leaving me in only my bra and the shorts I had slept in.

"Hunter," I said, and my voice didn't even sound the least bit serious like I had intended it to, instead it sounded playful and low.

He picked me up, carried me to the counter where he placed me to sit and locked my legs around his waist, getting a fork out of one of the drawers and picked up the frying pan that the omelet was in, pulling it closer to us.

He cut and picked up a piece of the massive omelet, blowing on it  and then feeding it to me, we took turns feeding each other until it was all gone and we were full. Hunter really is the most amazing cook, but you would never know because I'm the only one he cooks for.

"Well we've taken care of the our first priority and you've managed to get me out of my clothes," I said with a smirk on my face.

"Not quite," he said giving me a crooked smile as he swiftly put his hands back on my hips and quickly unbuttoned my shorts, sliding them off me until they too, like my shirt, fell to the floor. I looked at him with wide eyes, it wasn't like he hadn't done this before, but everytime he did it still caught me off guard.

"Two can play it that game," I said biting my lip and pulling him to me with my legs, I unfolded them from around his waist and replaced them with my hands.

I tugged on his red flannel pajama pants abruptly and they fell to the floor in a puddle around his feet. He looked at me with a doe eyed expression, because he hadn't expected that from me, which made me smile with satisfaction.

"I'm pretty sure you can handle the rest," I said as I hopped off the counter in my underwear and gathered the discarded shirt and pair of shorts before I made my way into my room with a superior grin on my face, leaving behind a shocked Hunter.

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