The room was dark so Cassandra had to switch the light on immediately she walked in. She gasped the moment the light came on; empty bottles were lying all around on the floor of the room.
Hunter was sitting with his head bowed by the side of the door and his fingers were wrapped around the body of another bottle of beer. Cassandra shook her head at that and she bent low to pick the empty bottles on the floor, as well as, arrange them gently by the side of the wall.
She walked up to Hunter when she was done and stooped in front of him, her eyes taking in his image. His eyes were dark and sullen and his dark brown curls were messy. There were bags underneath his eyes and he was wearing a light robe that exposed his chest and toned belly. His sweatpants hung low on his waist and its rope
