31 Buttheads, Kiss Deprivation and a Perfect Man

I was laying on my bed with my legs crossed as I hummed a song under my breath, my face covered with a vanilla and chemical scented face mask and my hair in a messy bun at the top of my head.

My window was open with curtain shuts letting in the perfect amount of crisp chilled air, and I closed my eyes waiting for the timer on my phone to go off when a knock disturbed the calm atmosphere and my room door slammed open making me roll my eyes and a grin quirked up its way on my face.

This freak can't live without me.

Like same.

Hunter barged like he owned my room and plopped himself onto my bed as I tried to raise my brow.

"What do you think you are doing here?", I spoke through my teeth trying not to move the mask much.

Hunter frowned and pouted like broody child, "My room has some problems, so looks like I have to stay here for the time being", and he made a sad face as if he were upset making me scoff in amusement.

"Oh really?"