Emily’s POV:
I had been waiting in Hunter’s room for what seemed like hours. I look over at the clock and it says 2:34 which means I have actually only been waiting in here for about thirty minutes. I let out an exasperated sigh and flop onto the bed. I take a minute and just smell the pillows, enjoying the scent of Hunter. There was a knock at the door that pulled me from my trance of Hunter and I face planted the pillow I was holding up to my face.
If I sit here really still, they will go away.
I think to myself, but unfortunately, there was another knock on the door. This time, louder and more aggressive. I roll my eyes and get up from the bed. I throw on a sweatshirt that was on the back of a chair and walk over to the door. I open it and immediately cover my eyes for before me is
