"You stink," Hera said and cleared her throat when it came out more like a breathless whisper. "You reek of sweat," she tried again. Her pretty face scrunched in a pretended disgust as she attempted to lighten the ruined moment. She gawked while Hunter ran his fingers through his hair, combing it back over his forehead. It promptly fell back.
His hair had grown longer, almost reaching his collarbone, and the fringe in the front covered his eyes. The wolf haircut looked so splendid on him. He looked so handsome, Hera felt the urge to pull him back into her arms and kiss him, but she couldn't muster the courage to do it after so stupidly rejecting his advances.
Hera let out a nervous giggle and watched him turn his back to her. An awkward silence stretched as no other words got exchanged between them. He threw the towel hanging around his neck into the hamper and grabbed a fresh one from the closet before choosing his outfit to wear.
