I wake up the next morning feeling better than I have in months, maybe even years. The sun is peaking through the curtains, illuminating the room in golden morning light. Despite the cold temperature in the rest of the room, I'm warm and cozy under the covers. My face is buried in Hunter's chest, our arms wrapped tightly around each other. I look up to see that he's still out like a log.

I kiss him gently before carefully climbing out of bed, paying extra mind to not waking him up. I take a quick shower before I head into the kitchen to make breakfast for us. I don't have a clue as to what he likes or doesn't like, but I don't think I've ever met someone who didn't like waffles. I don't cook all that much, but that doesn't mean that I'm not any good at it. When all is said and done, I make him a plate containing 3 gigantic waffles, bacon, a couple of sunny side up eggs, orange slices, and a mug of coffee to wash it all down.

I toss together a smaller plate for myself and bring them both back into my bedroom. I climb on top of Hunter, gently nudging him awake, "Hey, wake up..." He moans irritably, his eyes peeking open weakly. He looks up at me, blinking a few times.

I smile warmly, kissing him on the head, "Good morning, sleepy head. I made you breakfast, if you're not too hung over right now..."

He shakes his head, sitting up, "I'm not hung over, I barely even drank last night..."

"Whatever you say.." I mutter, handing him his plate.

"Wow, this is really nice. I'm not sure I can eat all this, but..."

I smirk, "Well, I just figured the average guy your age can probably eat a lot so.." I sit down beside him, taking a sip of my coffee.

He rolls his eyes, "I was gonna say, but I think I can manage. Breakfast is supposed to be the biggest meal of the day..."

I raise my eyebrows, "Is it really? Because I don't think anyone really does that."

"Well, not in this day and age. And especially not in this area. But it's supposedly healthier, you're more likely to burn off a big breakfast rather than a big dinner."

I shrug, "I guess that makes enough sense. I usually don't even eat breakfast at all, but I figured I might as well eat considering I was already cooking for you."

He smirks, "Yeah, that might be a little weird. You'd just be sitting there awkwardly while I take like two hours to eat all of this..."

We talk casually as we eat our breakfast, and I eventually get up to put our dishes in the sink. He follows me over to the kitchen, "So, um, did you have any plans for the day?"

I shake my head, "No, not really. I was just gonna stay in and study and stuff. I have to go out and work tonight, but that's not for a long time, so..."

He rests his head on my shoulder, standing behind me, "Why do you do that anyway? I mean, I'm not judging you or anything like that, but I just feel like prostitution isn't a wise career choice..."

I turn to face him after I rinse our plates, "It's not a career, it's a job. I do it to make money, better money than I would make in comparison to an average job that most college students work. I don't get what's confusing about it."

He sighs as we sit down on the couch, "Well, it's kind of dangerous, don't you think? Even if the pay is better, are you sure that it's really worth it?"

"It's not really dangerous at all, actually. For starters, I'm a guy. Most of my clients are women, and even if they weren't, I think I'm at least a little stronger than the average guy." I explain, crossing my arms.

"Fair enough," he mutters, "But you said you're clients are mostly women, that means you do guys, too?"

"Yeah, it's actually a lot easier to find male clients than it is to find females, for obvious reasons..."

He bites his lip, "So that means that you're experienced with guys? I find that ironic seeing as you claimed to be straight before..."

I roll my eyes, "You don't really get it, do you? That doesn't say anything about my sexuality. If I actually wanted to do it withe everyone that I've done it with, my life would be pretty incredible."

"Oh.." he replies awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I hope I didn't sound like too much a jerk..."

I shake my head, "No, it's fine. I've heard much worse things than that before. But um, did you have any plans for today?" I ask, looking to change the subject.

"No, not really. Not if you wanna hang out or whatever.."

I grin, moving closer to him, "Great. Can I take you out or something?"

"I'll take you out, if you want," he answers with a smirk.

"Well, something tells me I have more money than you do. So how about you ditch your masculinity complex and we go out for lunch or something?"

He shakes his head, "It's not a masculinity complex, I just want to be the man in this relationship. And I don't think I can even think about food right now, I'm ridiculously full..."

I take his hand in mine, "Well, what if I told you that I wanted to be the man?"

"I would say you should have thought of that before you started playing the part of the woman."

"Very funny, but if you mean that I've been acting like less of a douche bag, I'll take that as a compliment."

"It wasn't a compliment, babe." he says with a chuckle.

"Right. You're too much a jerk to say nice things to someone." I reply, somewhat sarcastic.

He raises his eyebrows, "Now who sounds like a jerk?"

I sigh, "Ugh, whatever. But um, what do you wanna do seeing as it's way too early for lunch or anything like that?"

He pauses, thinking for a moment, "I can think of a good way to burn off breakfast."

I know what he's getting at, but I play dumb, "Oh, good idea. Let's go for a run or something. I have some extra clothes for you to wear, I'm sure they'll fit just fine." Without waiting for a response, I walk into my bedroom and dig up some work out clothes.

He follows me into my room, an irritated look on his face, "You know that's not what I meant.."

I nod, "Yeah, no kidding. But you did put the idea in my head, so...black or blue?"

"Black," he answers, and I toss the shorts to him, "You're just not gonna give it up, huh?"

"Give what up?" I ask, changing my shirt.

He rolls his eyes, "You're lucky you're hot, because if you weren't, I'm pretty sure I would have given up a long time ago."

"Good thing, huh? I can say the same thing about you, you know..." I reply, putting my sneakers on.

He finishes changing quickly, shaking his head, "I think you're just as bad of a person as I am, honestly. I guess that's what makes this so interesting."

I shrug as we walk outside, "Maybe. I really don't think that I'm that terrible, though. I just don't see it..."

"Haha, okay then." he replies with a laugh, "Race me?"

I nod, eagerly accepting his challenge, "Where to?"

He looks around, "Um, I don't even know this area, to be honest... To the end of the street, I guess."

I raise my eyebrows, "Seriously? I hope you're ready to get your ass whipped."

"I challenged you because you look like you might stand a chance. I'm pretty sure you'll be the one who gets your ass kicked, though."

We line up on the side walk and look at each other. "3...2...1. Go!" We count down in unison before sprinting away as quickly as we can.

He gets ahead of me almost immediately, but it doesn't take long for me to catch up. I figured he was quick, but I'm a little surprised how easily he can keep up with me. Looks like we were both a little overly confident, I think. We're neck and neck the whole way, and it's hard to tell for sure who passed the finish line first. We both stop suddenly and then look at each other.

He sighs, stretching his arms, "Pretty sure I won."

I kiss him on the cheek, "We can go with that if it helps your ego, babe. Clearly you need the confidence boost more than I do."

He furrows his eyebrows, "Are you serious? Fine, then, you won. Happy?"

I shake my head, "We'll call it a tie for now. Just because we'll have plenty of time to break it."

"Fine, then. I guess we'll see who's gonna need the ego boost when we're done, then, won't we?"

We spend the next hour or two running all over town, competing at every opportunity. By the time we head back home, we're both exhausted and have pretty much lost track of our scores. He smiles at me, taking my hand as we head inside. I open the door and we both kick our shoes off and plop down on the couch with glasses of water. As soon as I down my drink, I stand back up, "Well, I'm disgustingly sweaty, so I'm gonna take a shower, again."

He gets up, "Can I join? I'm um, pretty gross myself..."

I bite my lip, "Yeah, I guess so. As long as you don't make any moves on me when I have soap anywhere near my face. Can you start the water while I toss some clothes in the washer?"

He nods, walking into the bathroom. I quickly strip down and throw a towel on, following him into the bathroom, "I'm gonna need your clothes if I'm gonna wash 'em."

A faint grin washes over his face as he tosses me his clothes, stripping down to nothing. I check him out for a moment before I leave the room, then I quickly get the laundry squared away in the washer. When I walk back into the bathroom, he's already in the shower with the curtain closed. I drop my towel and climb in with him.

He stares at me for a moment, checking me out, "Damn, I forgot how good you look naked."

I smirk, pulling him into a kiss, "Almost as good as you do."

He pulls me up against him, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I fall into it for a second, but quickly pull away, "What did I say about making moves on me in the shower?"

"You haven't even touched any soap yet," he grins, "You'd just better hope that you don't drop any."

I open up a bottle of body wash and smear a handful all over his chest, "I'm not worried about dropping anything, babe."

He gathers some off himself to wipe it on me, "Well maybe you should be."

I shake my head, "Maybe you should be."

He raises his eyebrows, "Maybe I wanna find out."

"I don't think so," I reply, kissing him again.

We mess around in the shower until we're both sufficiently clean. We both curl up in bathrobes afterwards and cuddle in front of the TV for the rest of a relaxing afternoon. He leaves around 8 o'clock, and not that I would ever admit it to him, but it hurts a little to see him go.