The Hunter's Angel

Chapter 5: Angel's P.O.V

(Angel's hair above)

I rinse the conditioner out of my hair as I think over what I'm going to say to Hunter about the eviction notice. Would he be angry that I invaded his privacy? Would he not want to be friends anymore? I hope not, I really like being Hunter's friend. A small sting went through my chest at the thought of never speaking him again.

With a dejected sigh and heavy shoulders, I got out of the shower. I exit the bathroom after I dry myself and change into my clothes. I stop mid step as I realise Hunter hasn't moved from my bed. I step closer to see if he is alright. My breath caught in my throat when I saw him asleep. Oh. My. God. He is adorable. I silently squeal before darting around the apartment looking for my phone.

Once I have obtained my phone I leaned carefully over Hunter and tried to take a picture, but I couldn't get the angle right. I climbed onto the bed and if I had actually been paying attention I would have noticed that I had straddled his waste. Just as I had gotten the right angle his knee jerked up and hit me in the butt. I fell onto him in a flurry of limbs and wet hair. I stilled with my face in his chest and with cheeks feeling hotter than the sun.

I lost my breath when I hear a throat being cleared. "What are you doing?" I did not want to answer his question honestly, but I did not see any other way out.

"Um, I was um, going to take your photo?" My words trailing off sounding like a question.

"Why?" His questions are so straight forward. It's hard for me to keep up.

I play with his shirt while I contemplate my answer. "Because I thought you looked c-cute." My voice cracks at the last word. He laughs..

"Oh really... You wanted to take a picture because I'm cute. Alright, I believe you." I can here the mischief in his voice. I feel like he's trying to get a rise out of me.

"Really, you're okay?." I ask.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asks.

"Well um most boys don't like to be called c-cute, and I fell on you. I must be heavy...." I trail off, shuffling uncomfortably at the mention of my weight.

His smirk is gone by the time I finished listing my reasons. "Okay, first of all you aren't heavy and second of all I'm a man not a boy. I am flattered that you called me cute and think I am worthy of picture." He is serious now. Staring straight into my eyes.

"Oh." I don't know how to respond to that.

Hunter sits up making me fall on to his lap. I freeze as I feel a rather large bump under my bottom, I know what it is I'm not completely naïve I also know it's a natural thing, so I couldn't blame him for it. I try to raise slightly without making it obvious. Hunters hands grip my waist halting my movement and I realise what I have been doing when his... um bump grown bigger.

He groans while gripping my waist tighter. "I'm sorry." He manages out, breathing deeply through his nose.

"It-It's okay. It's um it's natural?" God, I feel awkward.

Hunter lifts me with ease and puts me beside him on the bed. I try so hard not to look down, but when I do I regret it immediately as what I see frightens me. It is huge, my eyes widen, and I snap my neck in the other direction. I regret looking I really do. I feel pity for all of Hunter's past, present and future lovers. He can be as gentle as he wants in the bedroom, but with his size it is going to hurt.

He gets up off the bed and walks into to the bathroom leaving the door open, I make a bee-line for my small living room when I hear the shower turn on. That boy-no man has no shame I swear. I am never going to get that image out of my head. I still haven't thought of how I am going to bring up the eviction notice with Hunter. I scrub my hands over my face so lost in thought that I didn't notice Hunter walk up behind me.