Dana POV
It was like I had been sleeping on a cloud all night. I woke up feeling well-rested, making my way out of the room with a robe over my pajamas, and heading straight to the kitchen to make myself a cup of hot coffee. I was a fiend without my good friend caffeine first thing in the morning. I made up my special peppermint coffee and sat down at the table drinking it, surprised when none other than Hunter shuffled into the room, my eyes going as wide as saucers as I saw him in a pair of boxers and not much else to cover him. He looked divine. Good enough to eat. His body rippled with muscles as he moved, and he stretched like a cat as he moved over to the refrigerator. My cheeks were a bright blushing red as I tried to stare down at my mug instead of drooling at him and fantasizing.
