‘It is. Look, sorry for the introduction, but you were honestly a surprise,’ he said, turning the charm on again.
‘It’s fine,’ I answered in a bright tone and he smirked, leaning on his elbow.
‘So, does Daddy know you’re living with a boy?’ he asked and I narrowed my eyes.
‘Back to this again, are we?’ He nodded, lacing his fingers together and putting his hands behind his head. ‘Where do you even get that impression anyway?’ I asked.
‘You’re wearing white granny clothes, you hold yourself like you’re scared of everything that moves and you’re far too polite,’ he replied with a shrug. Before I could answer, the doorbell went. Hunter got up and strolled to the door to collect the pizza.
Living at home like the good little girl that my mum expected suddenly sounded like an amazing idea.
The pizza was good, the chat with Hunter, not so much.
‘So, are you a virgin?’ he asked and I nearly choked on the piece of pizza that I’d been eating.
‘Excuse me?’ I coughed out and he smirked, resting his ankle on the opposite knee.
‘Please don’t tell me that you’re a sexphobe.’
I glanced over at him and put my piece of pizza on a plate. ‘Don’t you have any normal questions? Like, what’s your favourite colour?’ I asked and he chuckled softly.
‘Let me guess, princess pink?’ he retorted and I clenched my jaw.
‘Do you have a problem with me or something?’ I seethed and he shook his head.
‘Not at all, I just think that if we’re going to live together, then we should get to know each other.’ He shrugged as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
‘No, I’m not a sexphobe. I’m not a virgin and my favourite colour is lime green,’ I listed.
A grin broke out on his handsome face as he took another bite of his pizza. ‘Good to know.’
Instead of groaning in frustration, I finished off my pizza slice and made my way to the kitchen to clean up.
‘Do you have a boyfriend?’ he asked when I came back in.
I raised a quizzical eyebrow. ‘You’re nosy, you know that?’ I sat down, with his eyes still trained on me.
He merely shrugged. ‘And you never answer my questions without some kind of smartass remark first,’ he pointed out. I sighed and stood up, brushing imaginary dirt from my jeans, drawing his attention to my legs. Although completely accidental, it made him forget about his question.
‘Goodnight,’ I mumbled, turning on my heels and making my way to my bedroom.
I had no idea how long he stayed up for because after I got changed, I brushed my teeth and pretty much fell straight to sleep.
***
‘Andrea!’ I felt someone shake my shoulders and I woke up with a start, staring straight at Hunter’s smirking face. He was in low-hanging jeans and no shirt. Trying not to gawp at his toned chest was difficult, but the urge was soon completely gone when I realised that he was in my room. In the morning. While I was in a tank top and boxers.
‘What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing in here?!’ I exclaimed, sitting up. I grabbed my duvet to cover myself in haste. He stood back and crossed his arms over his chest, bringing my attention to the small tattoo on his upper chest.
‘There’s a girl in my living room that claims to know you.’ His answer left me confused until I realised that it must’ve been Kenzi.
‘Thanks, bye,’ I grumbled, stretching. I wasn’t about to get up until he’d gone. ‘Um, can you get out, please?’ I asked as politely as I could and he chuckled to himself.
‘Happily, if you’re done checking me out,’ he said.
I glared up at him. ‘Your head is stuck firmly up your arse,’ I ground out and he chuckled, walking to the door.
‘A body part of mine that you will also be gawping at,’ he remarked over his shoulder as he left. I was going to say that I wasn’t, but I didn’t fancy eating my words as I glanced at his backside while he was leaving.
‘Andy!’ Kenzi shouted and I grimaced at the high-pitched tone of her voice. I answered with a ‘coming’ and quickly got dressed, tying my hair back behind my head.
I didn’t bother with any makeup as I strolled into the front room. Kenzi was sitting on the sofa and looking at Hunter with adoring eyes. He clearly loved it as he hadn’t bothered to put a top on, nor had he looked up at my entrance.
‘Do you even own any clothes?’ I asked as I sat down and Kenzi hit my thigh, causing me to wince and send her a glare.
‘Your friend didn’t seem to want to see them,’ he retorted with a shrug. I was left gaping at him while Kenzi chuckled.
‘Wear less if you like, see if I care,’ she drawled with a sly smile. Note to self: Don’t let the two of them converse, ever again.
‘I might do just that,’ he winked, sauntering into the kitchen. I glared at her. She snapped out of her Hunter-induced haze and raised her eyebrows at me.
‘What?’ she asked incredulously.
‘You know what! I told you last night, he’s an arse!’ I whisper-yelled and she shrugged.
‘But he’s good looking and charming,’ she tried to justify and I cut her off by holding my hand up.
‘I know that, but don’t fall for the charm,’ I hissed, just as he entered the room again, looking at us both as if we were crazy.
‘So, what’s your name?’ he asked Kenzi and she smiled immediately. I rolled my eyes, getting up to leave the new ‘lovebirds’ to it.
I made myself some toast and checked my phone, only to receive a message from my mum, already giving me a lecture on alcohol.
‘Andy!’ Kenzi hollered. I took a deep breath before leaving the comfort of the kitchen to enter the front room. Kenzi was pretty much positioned on Hunter’s lap and he was giving me a smug grin.
‘Yes?’ I asked, leaning on the doorframe to the kitchen.
‘You’ll never guess what!’ she exclaimed, getting up from Hunter. She didn’t normally get that excited so it didn’t take long for me to take the bait.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘Well, Hunter says that there’s a dance troop downtown looking for new recruits!’
I raised both of my eyebrows. That wasn’t what I’d been expecting. ‘Really? Breakers?’
She nodded quickly, grinning from ear to ear. ‘So go and get ready. Hunter has their number!’ she squealed and jumped on him in a hug, causing me to raise my eyebrows again.
‘Right, I’m going,’ I replied. I ended up speaking to myself because Hunter and Kenzi were talking between themselves.
I grabbed my vans and jogging bottoms, matching them with my tank top and mascara before reappearing in the front room. Despite expecting them to be sucking face with each other, Hunter was gone and Kenzi was smiling with a dreamy look on her face.
‘Hunter’s waiting outside for us,’ she informed me and I smirked.
‘In a shirt, I hope,’ I muttered. She glanced over her shoulder at me, allowing me to lock the door.
‘I don’t,’ she scoffed and I laughed, patting her back.
‘Stop