Eleanor’s POV
The next morning, I woke up to find Hunter sitting nearby, watching me intently. He looked like he hadn’t slept all night.
Remembering how he had forced me back to my room the night before, a wave of annoyance washed over me.
I sighed and pulled the blanket off my shoulders.
“You don’t have to keep such a close watch.” I said sarcastically. “I wasn’t going to sneak out in the middle of the night like a delusional teenager.”
“Sweetheart, I wasn’t worried about you escaping.” He replied matter-of-factly.
I raised an eyebrow in challenge, always jumping on the smallest opportunity to tease him.
I turned over so I could look at him directly and rested my head on my hand, giving him a slight view down my tank top.
“If you weren’t afraid I’d run away,” I said teasingly, “
