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And off I went, to the North Pole.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Hunter
Iwoke up to the sound of Betty and Uncle Glen rapping at my door, informing me that the snow had cleared up and they were heading off.
After minutes of cursing at the ceiling, I dragged myself out of bed and yanked open the shed entrance to find nothing but footprints.
They had already walked back towards the house when I called out, “thanks for the morning fuckin’ alarm!” and slammed the door shut.
It wasn’t Christmas no more, so I could go back to being the goddamn grinch. Though, it was good to see them, I just hated waking up early if I didn’t need to.
I walked back to my bedroom after snagging a bottle of water and checked my phone, seeing a few missed calls from Josh and another nude from Britt.
The time stamp read: 11:32pm.
I’d fucked Britt a couple weeks back, thinking we were still on the same page but when she brought up becoming exclusive I pulled away so hard I could’ve broken my damn neck.
Like I said, I cared about her but not enough to commit. And that wasn’t me being a dick, that was a preference I’d maintained for a while now and it did me well. No shame in casual sex, but it wasn’t casual no more.
I didn’t want to hurt her, so I hadn’t been answering her. I guess some girls take you responding to their messages as a win, but I couldn’t lead her into a direction I wasn’t going to take.
After deciding against replying to Britt, I gave Josh a ring back.
“Hey Hunt.”
“What’d you need?” I held the phone between my ear and shoulder as I carelessly tossed the covers over my bed.
“New Year’s Eve plans, man. What we doin’?”
Fuckin’ guy. Christmas quite literally just passed and he’s already thinking about another social event filled with people.I fucking hate people.
“What’d we do last year?”
“Uh…” He took a minute before piping up. “Right, Cid’s. They had them sparkler shots for two bucks.”
“Cid’s it is. See ya.”
My finger hovered over the end call button but he was quick to speak.
“Wait Hunt, we still goin’ out tonight?”
The banging in my head spoke against it, answering for me. “Nah, I got a rude hangover. Gon’ see if Dad needs some help with new shipments.”
He let out a low gasp as his dumb ass laugh escaped the phone. “Since when d’you say no to a drink?”
He’s got a point there.But my stomach was turning and whatever taste coated my mouth was vile like venom so I said my goodbyes and headed to the bathroom.
I stared at the bags under my eyes, the scruff on my skin and decided I needed to trim it down a little. The entire time I shaved, I wondered if Bambi had already left since Betty and Uncle Glen got out early this morning.Was she an early riser?I never really asked. But I did ask if she still hated me last night.
Fuckin’ dumb ass.As if I wanted to pour any more salt into the wound. We were still walking on thin ice, her and I, and I didn’t want to jeopardize anything by saying the wrong thing. What if I reminded her of all the shitty things I’ve said and done and she left without me saying anything to her?
And that moment at the end there… when she asked me to stay, when she looked at me with those Bambi fuckin’ eyes, I could’ve collapsed on that bed and fucked her without remorse.
Maybe that’s what I needed. I needed to lay Bambi, needed to take out whatever mush I had stored inside of me and just fuck her raw.
On second thought, screw that.She’d told me about her braindead ex who cheated on her and made her feel like shit, and I didn’t want that for her no more. Not that I ever did, I mean, sort of?Holy fuck, straighten yourself out, man.
