Claiming Clea | c o m p l e t e d

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Clea was the first one to wake up. It was around eleven on a Sunday morning. Upon opening her eyes, she came face to face with Hunter's sleeping figure.

She wasn't surprised to find him sleeping beside her, cuddling, because it's just impossible for her to forget last night.

Even amnesia won't be able to take it away from her.

She studied his features closely, knowing this chance might be the first and last. She sighed contentedly as her soft finger traced his closed eyes, strong jaw and lips.

Before she even move her hand down to his neck, he surprised her by gripping her hand tightly but not in a painful way.

Instantly, her eyes widened as she let out a silent gasp. Her heart was beating so fast as she prepared herself to Hunter's reaction about last night.

Is he going to remember anything and talk about it?

Is he going to remember but pretend that he doesn't?

Is he going to look at her like some slut because she let him touch her that way?

"Good morning sunshine." His husky voice somewhat gave her the comfort and not too long her abnormal fast heart beat had slowed down into it's normal.

He opened his eyes then smiled. In his seventeen years of existence, this would be the first time that he felt amazingly happy waking up in the morning.

The sight of Clea's blushing face and pink lips was enough for him to take his breath away.

Clea was his very own drug.

"Good morning." She whispered shyly, looking down but her cheeks, if possible, has redden even more because her eyes fell on his eight pack abs and the V line since his boxer's was too low.

She carried her to his lap as they sat on the bed gripping her chin while smirking. "You can check me out later," She rolled her eyes and absentmindedly nodded, seriously?! Her subconscious mocked. "Right now, we have to talk about something." His cheeks had the slight color of pink, he's blushing. "About uh, last night?" He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

He was nervous.

Of course he was, he didn't want her to feel like last night happened only because he was drunk or because he took advantage of her. He didn't want her to think that last night wasn't special.

"Oh." That was all she can say.

They were both silent for a few minutes, both thinking how to start conversing about it but Hunter finally found the words to say, the right and honest words not the safe ones that he always chooses to divert the truth.

"Can I first start off by saying that I remember every little thing about last night even though I was drunk?" He spoke softly, as he watched her reaction intently.

She was a bit surprised even though she did expected to hear this. Both her eye brows slightly raised, her mouth ajar and her cheeks was a ten shade red.

He noticed every bit of her facial expression.

"Clea, baby." He mumbled as he rub the back of her hand with his thumb. He was silent for a moment, as his nervousness was stopping his mouth from talking, fearing that he might say the wrong words.

Finally, he exhaled loudly and looked at her only to see Clea staring at him. He blushed. Awe. "This is the first time I'm going to say something like this so saying I'm nervous would be an understatement." He chuckled nervously and took a deep breath.