-Angela-
After breakfast, Hunter led me back to his room and showed me his closet, half of which was clearly for me. He had arranged for clothes to be brought in, and I was taken aback. Just as I was about to thank him, he asked if I wanted help with the shower.
I shot him a hard look and said, “No!” which made him laugh. But as I grabbed some clothes and stormed to the bathroom, I couldn’t shake the strange flutter in my heart.
He is the bad guy, I reminded myself, but why didn’t it feel that way? Especially when he looked at me like he had on the plane, in the car… or really, all the time. It felt as if I was the only thing that existed in his world, and he wanted to gaze at me endlessly.
I groaned, rubbing my hands over my face before finally stepping into the shower. I tried not t
