l

d say—when she sees Hunter and whoever the serious

ront. Quite literally, as the asshat is lying on his back

im, snoring softly, her mouth ope

seeing her before, but that's no surp

Hunter's type: hot and "breez

own last night, I have no clue. Maybe he already ha

t put it

t them. She gives me this wide-eyed loo

rky and coltish about

top to fill out the little black tank she's wearing, and long

she's defini

rking order, the attraction between us i

hooking up with housemates, after the whole Ken

her sunglasses in the living room

e other side of the world with very similar eyes:

aked m

see that girl in others. Maybe

ave me a reason to bend over for a mo

I became a civilian I've sudde

twist Hunter's big t

s into the room, his nails

nd sticks his cold nose into

e time, and the blonde rolls off the bed and hits the f

eams, jumping to her feet while trying—point

d rushes toward her,

ing behind me like a coward. For a Ger

Don't kick the dog. He'

and, still cursing, runs into the ba

dling his hea

the fuck do you t

oxers and throwing them at him. "I cou

hand and squints painfully at the sun

r room and see your nasty bare asses all over

rns to give Keeg

ts off the bed and strol