I opened my eyes lazily, enjoying the softness of the sheets under me, groaning as I turned over. My eyelids flew open in a second. I was naked, in a room I didn't recognize. I looked around, either side me, there was nobody else. I tried to sit up but groaned at the slight headache that hit me. I was still so exhausted but thoughts of everything that had happened yesterday came flooding back. I slumped back down wondering if I would regret what had happened in the woods as pieces of it came flooding back. What had I done?
I found a white shirt on the couch and put it on. It was definitely a man's shirt, a bit too big for me. I buttoned 3 and was glad it was long enough to reach below my ass. I couldn't find my panties either. Even my hair felt like a mess. I folded the sleeves to my elbows and checked my hair in the mirror, tying it back loosely.
I went about to search the place, walking barefoot on the carpeted floor. The windows were huge and I was definitely on the higher floors of the building. The room smelled of fresh linen. The bed I had woken up from was huge, a king sized perhaps. I wondered if this was the condo my dad had me stay in. I can't remember how I got here though.
I was on a loft, like an indoor balcony. I looked over the railing and saw Hunter on the couch downstairs. He was in a white t-shirt and what looked like grey pajamas. He was busy looking over some papers and switching over to his laptop.
I went down the stairs, the living area where he sat seemed so much wider now that I was actually there. There was a tv in front, a small dining set beside and floor length glass windows. There was another area separated by glass doors that looked to be the kitchen. I sat down on the floor in front of him, he didn't look up or say anything.
I remembered what I'd said to him in the car and suddenly felt awful about it. But at the same time, I didn't think I needed to apologize for anything. He did force himself on me... kind of.... Twice....
"Something on your mind?" his voice popped my thought bubbles.
"I... didn't think you noticed," I answered, like a child on a pop quiz, guessing for the right answer.
He looked up at me, his green eyes burning into mine. I looked down instead.
"I always notice," he said, "like how you're wearing my shirt right now."
"Oh, I couldn't find my clothes, not that I knew where to look, I..." I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Why am I so nervous?
He grinned, pulled off his glasses and sat back on the couch. "Are you hungry?" he pointed to table that had food already set.
I shook my head. I was starved! "I'm not hungry," I answered. "What are you working on?" I noticed some of the sketches, similar to Adam's type of work. I gasped as I remembered and wondered what must be going on with him now and why he hasn't phoned me at all..... as if I would've had the chance to answer.
"Nonsense," he stood up, "Come. Eat." He motioned for the table again. I stood up and went over to the plates of food, waffles, toast, bacon and fruit. Of course, I went for bacon and toast. He just picked an apple and I suddenly felt like I was choosing bad food.
"Umm is this my dad's place?"
"You've never been?" he asked.
I shook my head, my mouth full. "No, this is mine," he took another bite and kept his eyes on me, "bigger, a lot more furnished. If you're wondering how I know, it's all company provided, the unit your father has."
"Oh...," I was suddenly feeling conscious of his gaze that my hands started to tremble. I stopped eating to conceal them under the table, "I should go then."
