Bella's Hunt

SEVENTY-EIGHT

Hunter's POV

When I get out of the bathroom, after being under the cold water for half an hour, I find Bella sitting on the bed. Still in her bra and underwear.

She turns to me with sleepy eyes and raises a brow at me. "T-T-Took you long enough." She shivers.

"What?"

"My cl-clothes are in the b-bathroom, you idiot-t."

My eyes widen and I quickly walk into the bathroom and grab her jeans and my sweater. Suddenly realizing that she's been wearing my sweater ever since last night puts a dumb smile on my face.

"Here. Sorry." I smile sheepishly at her as I hand her her clothes. She takes them and retreats to the bathroom. I run a hand through my hair before looking down at myself.

I was currently wearing my towel because my boxers were wet and putting jeans on without boxers isn't comfortable at all. So, what am I supposed to do? Walk around naked all night? Sleep with her while naked?

She wouldn't let me do that...

Would she?

Wait. If my boxers are wet then so is her bra and underwear. Well, duh! Fucking moron. Shut up. That means she's not going to be wearing anything under my sweater.

My eyes widen and I look back down at myself to my fresh, new boner. "Dammit," I curse.

"Hunter!"

I walk over to the bathroom and lean against the wall. "Bells?" I raise a brow even though she can't see me.

"Can..." She mumbles and my brows furrow. "Can I wear the shirt you were wearing today?"

My lips tug up into a large smile, "Sure, babe." The door cracks open and I see her brown eyes staring up at me. "Hold on." I walk over to the bed and grab my red, long sleeve shirt.

"Thank you." She smiles. When she closes the door, I look around the hotel room.

Do they sell boxers?

Maybe I could go to the convenient store around the corner?

I groan softly. There's no way that I'm just going to leave her here all alone. I grab my jeans off the floor and pull them up my legs with a small whine.

My brows furrow and I turn to the bathroom when I hear Bella turn on the hair dryer. Is she actually blow drying her hair in order to look nice for me?

The door to the bathroom opens and I turn to see Bella step out in just my shirt. My eyes widen and she looks up at me with pink cheeks. Her hair is still wet, causing my brows to continue furrowing.

"It's kind of big of me." She grabs the hem and pulls it down further. "And... It looks weird with my jeans, so..." Her eyes flicker up to mine and they widen. "Should I put my pants on?"

"No!" I shake my head instantly. She pulls her lips in between her teeth to hide her smile. "But, babe?"

"Huh?"

"Are you... wearing your underwear?"

Bella's eyes widen instantly and she tugs down the shirt again. "Yes! You idiot! Why do you think I was using the hair dryer?"

She was drying off her underwear then? That's kind of smart. Maybe if I ask her nicely, she'll dry mine off too. Or she can just wear my boxers like the weird 'couple' we are.

"Oh."

"So..." She whispers after a few moments of silence. "What have do you have planned for tonight?"