The Bad Boy, The Sat Nav and Me

Chapter 13 - Bad Brownies and Big Bets

Chapter 13 - Bad Brownies and Big Bets.

Lee was still asleep, drooling, when I woke up to go and eat some breakfast. As I couldn't get on the sofa and really didn't fancy waking the grumpy git up, I went over to Hunter's bed and looked at him for a moment, peacefully sleeping. His chest was moving up and down with his deep breaths, so calm and relaxed. 'Not for long', I thought as I lunged myself forward and on top of his chest.

He cursed, straightening immediately and on high alert.

"Oh, you're up," I said, feinging surprise. I'd managed to scramble over to the side of the bed and stand up before he'd gotten his bearings and noticed me there. He grumbled something that I couldn't understand, flopping back on the bed with a grunt.

"Next time, try to miss the crotch," Hunter said through gritted teeth. Huh, so much for being tired, I'd just kneed him in his crown jewels.

"Okay, whatever. Can we go and get breakfast, please? I'm starving." Hunter opened one eye to look at me, his hair still a mess and his face still groggy.

"Don't 'okay, whatever' me, it's you that won't be getting any sex," he muttered, sitting up with a wince.

"I'm not addicted to Hunter Junior, it doesn't bother me too much, I can find something elsewhere," I said with a shrug, throwing his shirt at him. He rolled his eyes, shoving it on and then getting up.

His eyes skimmed over me apprecitively before he grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. I tried to wriggle free, pushing at his chest.

"You've got morning breath, get off me before I do more than just knock your crotch," I hissed. He chuckled under his breath, looking over at Kenzi, who was sprawled across the bed, dead to the world.

"Give me a second to find some khakis and here," he said, holding out one of his shirts. "Wear this," he finished. I raised an eyebrow, looking down at my pyjama top.

"What's wrong with this?" I asked and he gave me a pointed look, thrusting the shirt at my chest so I couldn't help but grab it.

"I don't appreciate walking next to someone wearing an 'I'm with stupid' tank top," he threw over his shoulder. I chuckled, taking the top off and shoving Hunter's on, enjoying his intoxicating smell. Kenzi and I had bought matching 'I'm with stupid' tops when we'd visited America a couple years back, we used to wear them everywhere until we became aware of fashion.

"Stop getting your boxers in a twist, it's pure honesty," I sniffed, sauntering out of the room and letting him trail behind me.

He smirked when he met me outside and pressed me against the wall across from our room.

"Have you eaten a polo?" I asked, his now minty breath fanning my face. He scrunched his nose up and shook his head.

"Tic tac, was my breath that bad?" his brow was furrowed, causing me to chuckle and run my fingers gently along his forehead to flatten it out.

"It smelt like you left during the night to eat shit," I informed him, pressing my lips to his to keep his retort at bay. He didn't complain, just gripped me tighter and ran his hand through my wild hair. He pulled back, looking at my mass of curly hair, which had frizzed up to look like a massive dust bunny.

"Did you put your finger in a plug hole or something?" he inquired as seriously as he could until a laugh spilled from his mouth. I narrowed my eyes, reaching up to flatten it. Normally, my hair either fell perfectly straight or in loose waves.

"It's the humidity, jerk," I hissed, leaning away from him to walk down the corridor. Hunter chuckled, his arms moving around my waist to halt me until he slipped his hand over mine and walked alongside me.