Bella's Hunt

SEVENTY-NINE

After the door closes behind Hunter, I jump out of the bed and run into the bathroom. He'll be gone for at least twenty minutes, so that gives me a while to take a shower. I close the bathroom door behind before looking into the mirror.

I yelp in surprise at my horrible appearance and, again, I wonder why he thinks I'm beautiful without any makeup on. Ignoring my terrible state, I spin around and turn on the shower. I pull Hunter's shirt over my head and fold it up before sitting it on the corner of the counter and pulling off my underwear.

Dumbass seriously thought that I would just wear his shirt around him? He's so fucking stupid.

I step into the warm water and let it run over my face. It runs down my shoulders and down my chest, causing me to slowly turn around so that it hits my back.

Did he mean what he said? That he does want to have sex with me? Well... All guys want to have sex so that shouldn't really surprise me. But this is Hunter. The guy that I'm in love with and he's in love with me. So, it isn't just sex to me. Or him.

He lost his virginity to some girl named Carla and even though he told me that it didn't mean anything, and I trust him that it didn't, I'm still jealous of her. I wanted to be his the same way he is mine. But now that's impossible because he couldn't keep it in his pants.

It was just a mistake, though. Like every other bad thing that has happened. Him leaving twice without saying goodbye, me telling him that I don't love him when it's actually the other way around.

I love him more than he could possibly ever love me and that's the cold, hard truth. I never looked at any other guy the way I look at him. I've never spoken to another guy the way I speak to him. I have never, or will ever, kiss a guy that isn't Hunter. I love him more than anybody else in my entire life and maybe that isn't a good thing, but I can't help it.

For my entire life he's been my world and you can't just stop that. It's literally impossible. And frankly, I don't want him to not be my world. My life revolves around him and I'm fine with it. Yeah, he drives me completely nuts and most of the time I want to murder him, but that's all a part of being in love with an idiot.

I grab the bottle of shampoo and quickly wash my hair. Once I'm all clean and no longer smelling like chlorine, I hop out of the shower and wrap myself in the towel. My brows furrow when I look over at the counter to find my clothes gone.

"What the hell..?" I look around, but still they're not in here.

I slowly open the bathroom door and peak into the room. "Hunter?" I call.

"Babe."

My eyes automatically roll and I lean around the wall to see him laying on the bed with a McDonald's bag sitting next to him and red fabric sitting in his lap. "Enjoy your shower?" His brow arches as his lips pull into a seductive smirk.

"Give me my clothes please." I take a step towards the bed.

"Kiss me." He demands.

"Not while I'm naked." I shake my head and his smirk morphs into a grin.

"Then, no McDonald's for you." He grabs the bag and stands up.

"Hunter..." I growl as my eyes narrow.

I make my way around the bed and hold my hand out for the shirt and my underwear as my other holds up my towel. "Give me the shirt please."

"So, you don't want your underwear?" His brows raise as he chuckles deviously. "Babygirl, if you don't wear your underwear, I might not be able to control myself."