Page 30 of His Curvy Woman

I smile wide, unable to keep the happiness off of my face. “I won’t ever get tired of hearing you say it, because I love you too, Hunter, so much.”

“We should definitely get out now.” He laughs, showing me his hands.

“But you didn’t get to wash up.” I try to sit up on my knees to get off of him, but my thighs cramp up. “Oh, my damn! I don’t think I can move.” I moan and laugh as I hold my thighs.

While laughing, Hunter rubs his hands up and down my thighs, massaging them. “That better?”

“Maybe?” I say and pout.

Gripping my waist, he helps me lift off of him. I grab my loofa that still has some of my body wash on it and wash the top half of his body as best as I can. We quickly rinse off. Hunter stands and gets out of the tub to dry off then wraps the towel around his waist. When he’s finished, he grabs another towel for me and helps me out of the tub, then dries my body for me.

“Are you always going to take care of me like this?”

“I’ll do my best to try.” He answers and winks at me.

I go out to my bag I brought over earlier in the week to get a pair of panties and find that the bag isn’t where I left it. I search around and find it in his closet, empty.

“I put your clothes in the dresser this morning before I went grocery shopping.”

“Why?”

“Because my motives for having you in my house may not be altogether altruistic.”

I grin. “Oh, yeah?”

“I don’t want you to leave, Lee. If it were up to me, we’d pack up everything you own and move you in right now. We can call this whatever you want, but as long as you don’t leave when the coast is clear, I’ll be a happy man.”

“I guess we’ll just have to see then, won’t we?” I smirk.

Hunter lunges for me, but I jump on the bed and run to the other side, still naked as the day I was born. Hunter tries grabbing for me again, but then his phone rings and our fun is over. He grabs his phone off the nightstand and shows it to me. “It’s your dad.” Then he answers the phone. “Hello?” and walks out of the room.

I go to the dresser and start pulling out drawers looking for some clothes to put on. All of my clothes are on the right side of the dresser, neatly folded and put away and sorted by item. I find my panties, socks, bras, and camisoles in the top drawer. I grab a pair of panties and pull those on as well as a white camisole with a built-in bra. In the next drawer down are my comfy clothes, so I pull out some leggings and a blue cotton tank top and put them on. The bottom has some odds and ends of mine that were in my suitcase that didn’t really have a place.

It strikes me that Hunter took special care in placing my items. It makes me wonder where he’s put my other things like my iPad and journal. I look around the room and find that my things have been placed on the nightstand on my side of the bed. He also plugged in my phone charger. If he did all of this, he must have… I walk into the bathroom and see that he’s mixed all of my essentials with his. There go those dang butterflies again, fluttering away, telling me that he’s my one. Ha, like I didn’t already know that.

As I’m brushing my hair out, a yawn escapes and I realize how tired I am. It’s only six in the evening, but it feels like it’s closer to midnight. I hear Hunter still on the phone with my dad, so I grab my bags that are still sitting on the floor and start putting my things away. In about fifteen minutes I’ve unpacked all of my clothes, even hanging some clothes in the closet. I put my favorite Vera Bradley throw blanket on the bed and giggle, I wonder what he’ll think of that? I’m putting my shoes neatly in the closet when I sense someone behind me. I look over my shoulder and see Hunter leaning against the wall staring at me.

“I see you’ve unpacked.”

I shrug one of my shoulders, and a small smile slips through. “You started it, I figured I might as well put the rest of it away.”

“It’s perfect, exactly where it belongs.”

Rising to my feet, I walk to Hunter and hug him. His arms come around my back and rub me gently. I kiss his chest and look up into his green eyes. “Thank you for everything. It means a lot that you made me a part of your home.”

“Whitley, don’t you get it? I bought this place to be ours. It isn’t a home without you, baby.”

I stand on my tiptoes to give him a kiss, but I’m not nearly tall enough. Hunter meets me halfway and kisses me chastely before pushing me away.

When I give him a weird look, he gives me a lopsided smile. “If I don’t stop kissing you, we will end up back in bed, and there are some things we need to talk about.

“What do we need to talk about?”

“First things first, what are you in the mood to eat for dinner? I was planning on making you a nice dinner, and I still will if you want that, but I’m kind of feeling sandwiches after the day we’ve had.”

“Sandwiches sound amazing. Thank you for wanting to cook for me, but I don’t think I could eat a whole lot right now.”

He looks concerned. “Are you okay?” He presses his hand against my forehead, I’m assuming to see if I have a temperature.

“I’m fine, Hunter. A lot has happened today, and I’m exhausted.”

Hunter gives me a cocky grin and raises his eyebrows. “Are you telling me I gave you a good dickin’ and wore you out?”

I bite my lip and hold up two fingers.

“Two? Well… I guess you should be making the sandwiches then.” He says and winks.

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