Page 22 of His Curvy Woman

I shake my head. “No, I want to go back to my place.”

He’s quiet for a minute. “Why? Are you really feeling bad? I thought that you were just giving an excuse so we could leave.”

“I feel fine. I just need some space is all. We’ve been spending every night together, and I need some time alone. I need to think.”

“What is there to think about?” He asks with sounding hurt.

I shake my head but don’t turn to face him. If I do, he’ll see my smeared makeup, and I can’t do this with him right now. “Just take me, home, Hunter.” He deserves more than that, but I'm not in the right frame of mind to give it to him.

Hunter is quiet for the rest of the drive back to my house. When he parks, he sits looking out in front of him, staring at my house like he wished it would burn to the ground.

I need to say something to end tonight in somewhat of a good place. “Hunter I-”

“I know there’s something you aren’t telling me, Lee. I can understand you being upset after having to deal with Ramsey’s troll of a girlfriend all night. It’s the fact that you can’t trust me with whatever has you upset that has me pissed. I’ve been honest with you from day one, and it feels like you keep holding back. If you want this relationship to work out, you need to be honest with me and stop keeping everything in your head.”

Before I can respond, Hunter opens his door and gets out, shutting it more forcefully than normal, making me jump in my seat. He comes around to my side and opens the door for me but says nothing. He walks me to my door and waits for me to unlock it. I expect him to want to come inside and talk, but instead, he gives me a quick kiss to the cheek and tells me to have a good night.

I stare at him in shock, not prepared for the way Hunter is treating me.

“I’ll wait for you to lock up before I leave.”

I close the door and wait a second before locking it. I should open the door right now and tell him what happened and how it made me feel, but then I’d have to admit that I’m having doubts and I’ll be putting my insecurities out there. It was awful enough before, I can’t do it again. I’m too raw. I lock the door and wait a few seconds before I peek through the curtains to check and see if he’s left. It’s a blow to my heart to see him walking toward his truck. I can’t help but feel disappointed yet relieved that he’s leaving. I’m such a fucking mess.

As soon as I get to my room, I strip out of my dress and throw it in the corner. I untie my shoes and toss them into my closet then make a beeline to my shower, turning it as hot as it will go. I’m in the middle of taking off my panties when I notice the curtain over my bathroom window blow up. That’s weird. I don’t remember opening a window. I close the window and lock it, then make sure to put the curtains back so no one can see inside. It crosses my mind that someone else could have opened it, but I quickly throw that out. Who would have opened it? If someone broke in, which is unlikely, the place looks like nothing was touched and or taken. I’m probably worrying about nothing.

I pull out a makeup remover cloth and wipe my face clean, then get into the steaming shower. I wash my hair first and then my face. Next, I rinse and put my conditioner in. I grab my poof and squirt body wash onto it and wash my body. While I’m washing, it occurs to me that before today, I haven’t showered here since Tuesday morning. I’ve been spending all of my time over at Hunter’s house. I completely put my life on hold to be with him. That can’t be healthy. That’s not the type of woman I want to be. I was ready to give him my virginity, and I’m not even on birth control yet. Would he have brought the condoms? Does he already have them? Has he been tested? He said he hasn’t been with anyone since high school, but can I believe that? He’s a man. Who really goes that long without having sex? I shake my head and rinse off. I’m driving myself crazy with all of these what-ifs.

When I get out of the shower, I’m more pissed and confused than before. I dry off and brush out my hair. I pull on a big t-shirt, and some panties then crawl into bed. My phone is on my nightstand, and I make sure to plug it in before I check to see if I have any missed calls or messages. I don’t. So, I start scrolling through Facebook. I usually do this before bed but haven’t been the past few nights since I’ve been with Hunter. It’s been four days, and I feel like I’ve missed so much.

Ramsey has posted a couple pictures of Hunter and I together tonight. We look so happy. Hunter is staring down at me, and I can tell how much he cares. How did I miss it while in the moment? While I’m scrolling through Ramsey’s pictures, I catch some of Hunter and me from the other night at Beach Bums when we ran into each other for the first time. How did I not see these before? I roll my eyes, knowing exactly how Ramsey is notorious for not tagging people in pics. A yawn escapes, and I know it’s time to put down the phone. I put it on silent and roll over to go to sleep. I wonder about Hunter and what he’s doing right now. Did he go home after he dropped me off? Or is he out at Beach Bums with Ramsey and Julia, like she offered as we were leaving? She’s such a twat waffle.

I wish I were with Hunter, lying in his arms, falling asleep.

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