“Okay, brat, get out so I can change.”

Charity’s large, blue eyes looked up from the iPhone in her hands. She was sitting on her bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, making her seem even smaller than normal. Her small mouth hung open slightly revealing the dull glint of braces behind full, round lips. A few errant strands of her shoulder-length, straight blonde hair hung in her face that she absently brushed back with a single, delicate, painted pinky. “I’m tired of having to leave my room every time you want to get ready. Go get ready somewhere else.” Charity’s high, lilting voice was laced with a whining touch.

Hunter sighed. “It’s my room, too, Charity. And I always leave when you have to get ready which takes a lot fucking longer than me.” He stood by the door, holding it