It's About Doing The Right Thing

"Could this date be a sign? I'm not sure," Hera mumbled. Shaking her head in disagreement, she got down from the bed and knelt on the floor to lift the corner of her bed. Picking out the purple diary she'd kept hidden under the bed, she placed the wrapper inside. Fanning her heated face with her hand, Hera went to the window and opened it wide. Closing her eyes, she let the cold breeze break-in and inhaled deeply. 

Slowly Hera opened her eyes only to jump back in surprise. Her eyes widened as they landed straight on Hunter. 

There he's, sitting all alone on the bleachers on the soccer ground, rotating the cell phone in his hand absent-mindedly. Hera observed his form, appreciating the way his sweatshirt fit his body so perfectly. Her eyes ran over his strong legs, muscular thighs clad in shorts. He's as handsome as ever, even in those plain sweatshirt and shorts. 

'Stop drooling, Hera, you've turned into a creepy pervert lately!'