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I heard Hunter curse from inside the bathroom as the showerhead switched off.
“Bambi?” he called out, poking his head through the crack of the door.
I quickly stepped away from the picture frame and diverted my eyes to Hunter’s red face and wet hair.
“Yeah?”
“Get me a clean towel, will ya? I forgot to put one here last night.”
I zipped my eyes around the room, searching. “Where do you keep them?”
“There’s a hamper in my bedroom, should be one just on top.”
I met his eyes again and started to giggle. His neck was stretched out long, and all you could see was this bobble headed man and no body.
“What’re ya laughin’ at?”
I chuckled once more, passing by him to enter the bedroom. “Nothing, you just look like one of those long neck dinosaurs on animal planet.”
He shut the door with a grunt. “I fuckin’ am one.”
Just as he instructed, a black towel was tangled in a heap of men’s clothing in a white hamper. I scooped it up, doing a once over his room.
The closet doors were closed shut and a double bed was pushed in the corner of the wall, covered by a grey bedspread. Each wall was painted a different shade of green which made the room darker without the presence of a window.
I made my way back to the bathroom door which was opened slightly wider, giving me a sneak preview of Hunter’s…everything.
Holy fucking shit.
I didn’t want to stare. I mean, I did, but holy crap I shouldn’t have. His lower half was covered by the kitchen sinkand thank God for that because I would’ve probably collapsed on the spot, but his chest was entirely exposed.
His tan skin contrasted the curve of every muscle buried beneath his flesh, highlighting all the right parts of him. A paragraph of words was tattooed on his left peck with writing I couldn’t read from here, but that was definitely not my main priority.
Those abs. Those freaking abs carved by gods above that were sopping wet, droplets of water trailing down his V-line all the way to his…
“Door’s always open darlin’, come in whenever you like.” Hunter smirked in the reflection of the mirror, catching me staring.
I launched the towel through the gap of the door and hurried towards the entrance of the shed, hastily putting on my coat to return back to the farmhouse.
“Meet you back at the house!” I called, stepping from the heat of Hunter’s shed into the snowy tundra outside.
My boots crunched against the crust, carrying me like a rabid wolf over the field. At this point, the snow had reached mid-calf and I was certain the bottom of my jeans were drenched.
But I needed to escape Hunter’s place as quickly as possible because I couldn’t face him or his family as red as a freaking tomato that was sunburnt two times over.
No way.
At least I had an excuse.
I could blame my crimson tint on the cold climate. But I’d still have the memory of his bare torso engrained in my brain as I ate Christmas lunch.
Happy freaking holidays.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Hunter
Catching Bambi checking me out had to be the highlight of my Christmas, and it hadn’t even started yet.
