Chapter 39: My Dress Is On The Floor-2

I panic at his words. Things got way too out of control too quickly. Hunter slowly stands up and stares down at me still lying in his bed, in his shirt. He licks his lips before speaking, "I'm gonna go take a shower. I'll be back soon." I nod in response knowing that my voice would fail me right now. Hunter stands there awkwardly smiling at me and nods back before leaving. I stir in my sleep when I feel the bed shift and an arm wrap around me pulling me flush against a strong body. I soft breath moves along my neck before finding its way to my ear. "Good night, sweetheart." - The little man hammering away at my skull is what wakes me up in the morning. I groan and rub my hands over my face. "This is why I do not drink. I swear hangovers are a bitch." I say to myself. I hear a deep laugh beside me and whip my head in the direction. Hunter's amused eyes meet mine and I realize that I'm not in my room. I'm in Hunter's bed. And I'm wearing Hunter's shirt. So many scenarios are running through my mind right now trying to understand how this happened. None of them end in a way I'm completely comfortable with just yet. I jump back in shock and underestimate the size of the bed when I end up landing on the floor. I squeal, literally squeal, it was shameful but my embarrassment is interrupted by a raspy morning laugh. Hunter's face looks down at me from the bed which makes him laugh even more. I stay on the floor and cross my arms defiantly. "I meant to do that." I huff and Hunter offers a hand out to me. I take it but instead of me going up, I pull Hunter down. Before he can land on top of me his hands break his fall and instead, he's hovering over me. "You want a repeat of last night?" My eyebrows reach so far up I swear they're touching my hair line. "Last - last night?" I stutter. "Mhmm." Hunter rolls his bottom lip into his mouth and smirks at me. "What happened last night?" I lower my head and wait for the dreaded response. "Ouch. You don't remember?" His one eyebrow is raised and his face show me just how amused he is. "I guess I'll just have to show you again." He moves closer to me and trails a hand to rest of my hip. I move at the sudden pain cause from Hunter's touch and he looks down at me apologetically. My gaze moves towards my hip where I can see a small white patch on my hip shining through the shirt. "You might wanna go to the bathroom and check it out." Hunter suggests and moves off of me to get up. I run towards the bathroom and lift up my shirt. Well, Hunter's shirt. I rip back the plaster flinching as I do so. I stare wide eyed and open mouthed at the little black camera resting on my hip. I'm pleasantly surprised and I try to remember how I ended up with a tattoo. The little man hammering away in my head reminds me that I won't be able to recall what happened last night so easily. A knock on the door breaks my thoughts, "Em? You okay in there?" I swing the door open and I'm met with a very anxious looking Hunter. He gulps before speaking, "Are you mad?" "Not at all. It's a good surprise. I like it. I'm just not telling anyone else about it." "And I know why..." Hunter wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and I laugh not knowing exactly what he means. "Let's go get you some pills for that headache of yours." He leaves the room before me and when I step into the passage I see my bra on the floor. It conjures up crazy situations trying to piece back my nonexistent memories of last night. My little black dress on the floor in the living room is not helping my wild imagination either. I push the thoughts out of my mind for awhile as I watch Hunter move around our kitchen. I clear my throat so that my voice won't sound too breathy when I try speak. "So... Umm... About last night." This grabs Hunter's attention and he turns towards me, leaning on the counter behind him with his arms crossed over his chest; smiling triumphantly at me. "Did anything happen between us... That I should, you know, maybe know about?" His smile reaches his eyes and he walks to me and hands me a glass of water and two white tablets. "Would it be so bad if it did?" He asks after watching me swallow both pills at once. "Well..." I drag the word out, "I'd like to remember my first time." Hunter laughs and he looks down at me, "Nothing too bad." "So we didn't - " I lower my head. "No we didn't." Hunter takes his hands in mine and I breath a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness." I mutter. "You're gonna have to tell me everything that happened last night because right now I do not remember a single thing." Hunter and I sit down at our small kitchen table as he explains everything that happened last night. I'm horrified and vow to never consume so much alcohol ever again. Hunter hopes that I'd be willing to break that rule maybe just once more because Drunk Emilia is more entertaining than the season finale of Riverdale. When he finally finished his story I'm left speechless and stare at Hunter. "I have to admit." I look back up at him and his smile that hasn't left his face. It worries me for what he's about to say next. "I wouldn't mind seeing your little strip show again."