Hunter’s P.O.V.
I spent the rest of my weekend thinking about how unbelievably gorgeous Diana looked Saturday night. She looked stunning at the carnival and then later when she answered my call. She really has no idea the effect she has on me. I’ve gone home with a raging hard on every day I run lines with her. But it seems I’ve somehow managed to land myself in the friend zone.
Maybe she thinks of me as one of the girls if she feels comfortable enough to not wear clothes around me. Maybe she thinks I’m gay? No. Absolutely not. She couldn’t. Could she?
I just got out of that awful relationship with Nicki. She was pissed that I wouldn’t f**k her, but how could I when I know she was f*****g around with half the guys at school. I thought I could try to start something with Diana. I mean
