The first one

When Hunt finishes bathing and dresses himself already, he goes out of the bathroom while rumbling his hair with the towel to dry. However, he stopped midway when he saw Krizzia standing in front of the bed.

"Is there any problem?" he asked as he refrained from drying his hair.

She shook her head and moved right away. She took a pillow and made her way to the couch. "No, I'll sleep here for the night."

He frowned at her, "I thought we'd talked about the matter already?"

She got stunned, "What matters?" her body stiffened as she gazes back at him.

He sighed and approached her, getting the pillow from her before grabbing her hand and escorting her back to the bed. "We'll sleep here."

Something got stuck in her throat right after she heard it from him, "B-But, the bed is not that big." Trying to free herself from being cornered, she used the bed as an excuse.

Hunt turned his back at her to hang the towel on the towel rack. "Are you avoiding me, Krizzia?"

She instantly shook her head, "N-No, I am not. W-Why would I do that anyway?" She stammered as she voiced out her answer.

He turned back to her and got back to bed. "Good. We'll sleep in bed together, then." he announced and lied himself in the bed. When he noticed that she was not lying down, "What are you waiting for?" he tapped the space beside him, "Let's sleep."

The room was dimmed, the music from the club was banging the room and a certain noise from other rooms distracted her organized mind. It makes her feel uncomfortable to relax. "O-Okay," she lay down next to him and turned her back at him. They may be friends or something, but she couldn't help feeling awkward towards him.

The bed's size is quite small, Hunt is a tall and lean man with a good body figure that occupies almost three-fourth of the space, she could feel his breath in her nape. Later on, Hunt tucked themselves under the quilt. "Are you asleep?"

She gulped a bubble of saliva before responding, "Not yet. Are you not going to sleep?" and asked him as well.

He moved a bit and hit her thigh in an accident, "No. If you want, we can talk about ourselves. I will ask you, and you will ask me anything you want as well. What do you think?"

She's not asleep and will definitely be awake the whole night because of the noise, she guessed that he felt the same way too. "Okay, ask me first. Then, I will follow." She turned to him. They're now facing each other.

Hunt looked to her eyes, deeply. "What is your name?" Though the seriousness from his face faded when Krizzia burst in laughter. "Why did you laugh? What's wrong with my question?" He asked innocently with a frown on his forehead.

"It's just that, you were so serious but you're only asking for my name." she said as she minimized her chuckles.

In fact, it was Hunt's purpose, to make her laugh. They can't just be awkward when they're together, they're going to merge ties sooner and it'll be a hindrance if they will be uncomfortable with each other.

"I'm Krizzia Alastair Quinn, and you are?" like how she reacts to his question, he let out a light chuckle. He just realized that it was a funny question to start with, when they already know each other.

"Hi, beautiful. I'm Hunt Thaddeus Reid. Will be glad to serve his future wife." He answered as he winked at her after.

"Oh... I'm sorry, I'm taken." she said as laughter could be noticed in her voice.

Then he accidentally remembered her friend which he met before, the very first encounter he had with Krizzia back at his construction site. "Taken? Hey, Krizzia. You're going to marry me, you're not allowed to have a relationship with others than me." Truth not to be told, the fact that she has another man made him see blood. It pissed him off and now his face is grim like a stone with no emotion. But his eyes are piercing, ready to kill someone at the moment.

Her laughter perished, as her hand moved by itself to caressed his cheek. She couldn't understand too though, it's like her body has its own mind. "I'm taken to you."

The stern face of his was replaced by surprise, "You say?" He might misheard her or it might be his mind who was telling him that, so he wants to make it sure.

Krizzia took her hand off his face but he was precised and catch her hand from leaving. She sighed, "I'm busy with life, searching for money and taking care of my family, paying the bills, everyday expenses, medicine for my mother and more that tackles money. So, how will I date when I'm that busy? I tutor in the morning, while I dance at the club at night 'till early morning."

"You mean... you don't have a boyfriend or someone to cling with?"

She didn't knew that this session with him would come, but... "Hard to believe?"

He shrugged and let go of her hand. "Well, you're beautiful, sexy, and feisty. Men would die just to have you." Krizzia believed that too. Her mom is beautiful, attractive and appealing. She inherited her beauty from Mrs Quinn though. Even Mrs Reid wants her to pair with her son before, but a certain twist occured and turns out that Hunt was her son.

"I'm confident that I'm beautiful, even if you don't mention it. Thus, everything has choices. A 'no' is as simple that I could say to my suitors because I don't plan to enter a relationship when I'm hunched with problems. It will just burden me, if I do so. Perhaps, I don't plan to be involved with anyone." She was just being reasonable and explain to him the reason why she didn't have a boyfriend.

Hunt was caught in daze, who would've thought that Krizzia wasn't into someone. He expects her with countless ex-boyfriends, before he meets her. He even expect to encounter rivals from her previous relationship that would probably snatch her from him. He's speechless.

Krizzia took her hand from his hold and he gradually allowed. "You should be grateful for having me. As you said, men would die just to get me. So, be grateful that you will have a wife who hasn't been entangled with anyone else, except you." It's just right that she would praise herself because that was her pride which she honored the most. Especially in front of Hunt.