Roseline's POV.
I woke up next to a very handsome Hunter. His face was towards my side. He was so close that his warm breath was touching my skin. His hair was disheveled. My finger itched to touch his dirty blond, short, thick hair, which fell on his front head. He looked delicious enough to eat, lying beside me, sleeping with all his glory. His manly scent was doing crazy things to my body.
Suddenly, last night's incidents came into my mind, and my mood became gloomy. The picture of Hunter lying on top of Clara floated in my mind, and I felt like crying.
I began to get up, but Hunter's strong arm draping on my waist stopped me. I slowly removed his arm and got up to leave the room. I needed some fresh air. So I went to the terrace of the pack house. It was still early in the morning,
