~ HUNTER’s POV ~
“Hunter, we have to get rid of the evidence!” Maia squeaked. “ Quick!”
At first, I didn’t know what she meant by that. I was still processing things. But then I realized that the blood on the sheets meant that people in her house would know about what she did. And I guessed it would be bad if people found out that the beloved Du Pont girl had been deflowered by some farm boy from Upstate New York.
“We need to get it washed. Hunter, do you know how to work the washing machine?” she asked she failed to scrub the stain away with tissue paper.
“Um, yeah. You just push a couple of buttons…“
“Great. Help me get this off,”
It was 2:04 AM. I had just lost my virginity to the girl of my dreams. And then she asked me to help do her laundry.
So I did.
