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I read it over again, staring at my phone. Deciding to text back or wait till Taylor leaves. I go with the ladder and start typing.

His response comes right away, which shocks me.

I don’t know what to say. I barely know this guy, but he’s been so incredibly sweet. I smile down at my phone while typing out my reply.

I quickly close out the app and lock my phone starting at the blank screen. Trying desperately to not be that girl. But there’s just something about him. We haven’t hung out yet but I’m drawn to him.

“Hello? Are you going to answer me?” Taylor asks, waving her hands in front of my face.

“Oh, sorry about that, Hunter texted me. I’ll probably watch more HGTV, maybe clean, study, and turn on a movie.” I look around the apartment. “The options are endless because I, for once, actually have time for myself,” shrugging, my phone buzzes again. I quickly unlock it and see a reply from Hunter.

I wait a few minutes to answer. I don’t want to seem like an eager teenage girl who is staring at their phone, waiting for a boy to text her back.

“Hey, I'm leaving. If you need anything, text me, okay?” I glance up at Taylor as she stands by the door. I give her a reassuring smile, letting her know I will be okay.

I place my phone on the coffee table and finish watching an episode of Tiny House Hunters. A knock comes from the front door and my brows draw together, did Taylor leave something here? Even if she did, she wouldn’t knock.

Peeling myself off the couch, I open the door, and who stands in front of me is a little unexpected.

Chapter 14

Emma

“Hey, you wanna hang out?” Hunter asks, with a small smile on his face and hands in his jean pockets.

I stand there with the door open, staring at the blue-eyed lead singer in front of me. Hunter is wearing a fitted gray long-sleeve that defines his muscles and blue ripped jeans that puts America's ass to shame.

What is he doing here? Was this just a spur of the moment? Or was he planning on stopping by?

A light cough comes from him, which takes me out of my trance.

“Um yeah, sure, come on in.” I step to the side. As he makes his way past me, his arm slightly brushes mine, sending chills down my spine.

I close the door and look around the apartment, Taylor, and I haven’t cleaned the place in a while. Clothes are sprawled everywhere, dishes in the sink, and a pizza box on the coffee table from a few nights ago. Embarrassment fills me, and I quickly go around picking up the clothes on the couch and floor, tossing them in the corner of the living room, and standing back awkwardly.

“I'm sorry. If I knew you were coming over, I would have cleaned up the place a little bit,” Crossing my arms behind my back.

Hunter takes a seat on the couch, his fingers tapping on his knees as he looks around. “Yeah, sorry about that. I can leave if you want alone time?” He gets up, heading for the door and I roll my eyes at him.

“Sit down will ya?” I point to the couch and he stands by the door looking at it and then back at the couch. “Oh and you call me stubborn?”

“Oh but on the contrary, love, I do think you are more stubborn then I will ever be.” He chuckles and walks back over to the couch.

“Hunter,” I warn him, “we agreed no ‘Love’ nick names.” He throws his hands up in defense.

“Oops,” He smirks at me.

“Anyway, do you want anything to eat or drink?” I ask, walking over to the kitchen. “I don’t have much right now,” bending down to scope for anything that could be food-related. Suddenly, I feel him behind me, and everything in me freezes as he leans forward, my back barely touching his chest now, “or anything at all, actually.”

His eyes fall to my lips, and my grip tightens on the fridge. I want to reach out and bring him closer to me, but there’s a little voice in my head telling me that I can’t do that. That it’s a very bad idea because he’s going to be your tutor. He’s seen you at your absolute worst, like covered in three different drinks.

Hunter clears his throat and takes a step back. “That’s okay. I can order some takeout. What do you want?” He asks and takes his phone from his pocket walking back to the couch.

Holy fuck.

What the actual fuck Emma.

“Alright, um, yeah, sure, that sounds good. Whatever you order, just surprise me.” I walk back to the couch, plopping down on the opposite side of him to use some much-needed space.

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