?WINGLESS AND BEAUTIFUL?
?EPISODE 37?
I was quite certain that I
wouldn’t be able to eat dinner properly if Hunter was sitting
a few feet away from me.
“Can we eat first and you call him later?” Denise asked,
rolling her eyes.
“Denise…” her mother sighed. “You know… Hunter’s
having a difficult time coping up with everything. He
constantly needs warm company, right Alice?”
Susan looked at me, expecting me to agree with her.
“I… I guess.” I tried to smile.
“Have dinner now. I will call Hunter,” Susan said, not
giving any of us time to argue.
Denise groaned when her mother was gone. She pulled
me to sit on one of the chairs. “Come, eat quickly so we can
go to my room!”
I couldn’t agree with her more. I was hungry too and I
knew that the minute Hunter came to the dining room, I
wouldn’t even be able to chew my food.
There was salmon carbonara and garden salad. I started
eating while Denise talked about a trip to their lake house that she was planning soon.
I only half-listened to her, I was concentrating on
chewing fast without losing my table etiquette or choking on
my food.
I was already finished but Hunter made no appearance. I
thought he also did not have the appetite to eat with me in
the dinner table. And I didn’t know whether I should be
relieved or even more heartbroken about that.
I was eating Susan’s famous carrot cake when Denise
stopped talking. I realized that Hunter went into the dining room.
I looked at him from the corner of my eyes. He was
topless and barefoot. He went to the fridge to get something
and while he had his back on us, I took the opportunity to
look at his well-sculpted back.
He was lean and his muscles
were very well-toned. They weren’t wrestle-mania-bulging
but damn! Hunter knew how to take care of his body.
Then I was looking at his torso. His muscles were even
more toned there. He had a perfect six-pack, a proof that he spent several hours a week working out.
I remembered that
Hunter was a black-belt in Karate. But I doubt he was able to spend time sparring lately.
That would be very bad for his
transplant. As I stared at his perfect muscles, I bit my lower
lip involuntarily to keep my mouth from gaping.
My eyes darted up towards his chest and shoulders.
They were broad and I remembered how it felt like to lean on them, rest my cheeks on them while his well-toned arms
were around me, keeping me safe… keeping me warm.
Finally, my eyes went up to his face. They locked with
his and I realized in h©rror that he was watching me stare at his body. I felt the heat rise up from my neck to my face.
“Can you put something on?” Denise asked him in an
irritated tone.
Hunter raised his beer to his mouth and took a gulp, his
eyes never leaving me. He didn’t say anything, but before
he left, his lips curved into an arrogant smirk that I knew
was meant for me.
I was sure that I was turning crimson. I stared down at
my cake. That was embarrassing! He caught me staring at
him. Maybe he even thought I was gawking… or worse,
ogling!
Oh my word! Earth! Open up and swallow me quickly!
“I’m sorry. He could be a brute sometimes. He knows he
looks good,” Denise said, rolling her eyes again.
I didn’t say anything. Instead, I just continued eating the
cake.
That smirk!
I was embarrassed to be caught staring but at least, it
was the first time since he came back that he didn’t look at me with disgust or contempt.
After I finished my cake, Denise led me up her room.
“Where is your dad?” I asked her.
“He’s on a business trip.”
We reached the second floor and walked down the
carpeted hall. There were at least five bedrooms on this
floor.
“How many bedrooms is your house?” I asked.
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