Hunter’s POV:
I knock on Elijah’s door. Once he opens the door, I realize that I have no idea how to even start this conversation.
“Err, hi.” I say and clear my throat.
“Hello.” His eyes are light and I see candles behind him. It is only then that I notice he isn’t wearing a shirt.
“Oh, gosh. Did I come at a bad time?” I say and lower my voice.
He laughs but I can tell he is trying to not sound annoyed at me. “No, no. We were just. Practicing.” He steps to the side and I walk in. Oliver sits on the edge of Elijah’s bed, his hair an absolute mess.
My eyes widened as I realized what was happening before I showed up. I try to look like I am oblivious but I’m sure that it’s obvious.
“So, what can I do for you?” Elijah asks and turns on the lamp over by the couch. He pulls a shirt
