"You sure?" he asks.
"Yeah." I trip over my tongue. It's not like me. I don't get flustered in front of guys. Even ones wearing only my raspberry towel. But after that… Fuck, I don't know anymore. "You'll fit right in."
"You work the front desk?"
"Yeah. Sometimes." I take a step backwards. Suck a breath through my teeth. Hunter is still wearing a towel. My brain is still struggling to function. It's still screaming Hunter. Towel. Wet. It's a cavewoman who can barely put words together.
Though there's a certain flow to Hunter. Towel. Wet.
There is something poetic about it.
God, after that…
It's been awhile since I've felt like this about anyone.
"I should get dressed." He nods to the office.
"Right." I press my lips together. He's so… This is so… I'm so not doing this. "And I should…" Break the news to my brother than I'm crashing his bachelor pad. "Do you know when Brendon will be back?"
Hunter shakes his head.
"I'll text him. You can, um… I'll see you later."
He nods sure, turns, and disappears into the office.
I press my bedroom door closed.
Then I slide to the ground and I die of embarrassment.
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