Happily ever hookup. (Book #2)

12 "You're not serious?"

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Edited and tweaked 8th May 2020

Hunters P.O.V

Emily will fucking freak when she sees the brown splatter stain on the rug, I've tried to get it out, really I did but it just won't budge.

I give up with a huff and pull the pink cleaning gloves off of my hands cringing at the idea of anyone seeing me with them on. Tara and Devon would have my balls and they would never let me live it down.

I take the cleaning products back to the kitchen and put them in the cupboard below the sink just as Emily returns from her visit to the grocery store.

She's got bags hanging from her wrists and I rush to help her, taking them from her, I kiss her lightly before moving to the kitchen and placing them on the countertop. "Did you buy the whole store?"

"No. Just the candy aisle" She quips making me chuckle. Her eyes travel to the rug separating the kitchen and the living room and her mouth drops open. "My beautiful rug, do you have any idea how much that cost?"

"No and I don't want to," I tell her, women spend entirely too much money on ridiculous things that you can buy for a lot cheaper. "Did you get my Reece's?"

"Yes sir" She rolls her eyes as she begins to take out the contents of the bags.

Four in total, every single one filled to the brim with what can only be described as diabetes waiting to happen. There's more than enough sugar here to kill a large elephant.

When it's all laid out on the island, I grab a few bags before going to sit on the sofa, Emily joins me soon after, her own stash in hand. "What are we watching?"

Emily shrugs even though I know for a fact she'll make me watch a cheesy rom-com or something Disney related.

"You can choose" she surprises me by saying and I raise my eyebrows with a smirk. "Take the offer before I change my mind, Hunter." She says making me laugh.

It's very rare I get to pick the movie. I always try to consider the sort of things Emily likes too, she hates anything scary so Annabelle is out of the question, and I wouldn't dare try to make her watch IT. The girl would scream the apartment down and I don't think Mr Rogers would appreciate a heart attack.

I grab the remote and bring up Netflix, as I start scrolling, I feel her eyes on me. "What?" I ask not looking at her but she doesn't reply. I glance at her and she's staring at the top of my back, near my shoulders and arms.

"Did I do that?" She points to something and I try to see as far over my shoulder as I can, not having a clue what she's talking about.

I smirk, taking in the red scratches that end just above my tricep. "Well, I'm certainly not having sex with anyone else." I joke and she smacks me playfully.

"I should think not." She states, letting her fingers run over the fresh marks. "They look painful, I'm sorry," she says and I turn my body to her.

"They are painful, but in a good way." We've had this discussion before. More than once. I enjoy a little pain and it lets me know that whatever I'm doing, Emily is enjoying it too. "Don't worry about it, Em." I kiss her gently before turning back to Netflix.

I can't find anything I feel like watching, so I finally resign myself to the fact Emily will have to choose something. I throw the remote onto the sofa just in front of her legs.

She smiles mischievously as if she knew this was going to happen and I tuck into my chips and dip. "Dirty dancing?"

"Not again" I beg.