Anya was no less intrigued. She chuckled under her breath but it sounded more like a sigh. Her face beamed with amusement. But she could never get enough of it. Every now and then she found herself glancing at Caden almost like she was waiting for a moment to strike. She then decided now was the time. "I was thinking," She said, that cute tone returning. Anya wasn't directing her words to anyone specific, although, she did want to grab Caden's attention. She had this mischievous sparkle in her eye. She gave Caden a side glance.

"What if we have a movie night?" She finally said but her face went blank for a second. Nervousness came over her, but it was merely for the attention of the boys. "I know it is weird to ask that so bluntly. I just thought it would be fun. We could watch a scary movie. I mean that genre isn't my favorite but I was thinking it would be something you guys like." She tilted her head in a cute manner. "But can you promise me something," She paused. "If I get scared will you be there to hold me?" She was more directing this towards Diego and Carson. Anya was sure Caden would find this hilarious. She wouldn't lie, she found it hilarious herself. A hunter, the only women hunter to be exact, kills off supernaturals and sees imagery that no person could imagine yet talks like she can't handle a scary movie. It was a lure for the boys. She loved seeing them drool over her. She loved the attention. But most of all, she loved having fun with this.

Anya was amused when a waitress came, serving the food. It seemed quicker than usual but she must have gotten caught up in talking to even notice. She wasn't too hungry but now that she smelt it, her mouth began to water. But she found herself choosing to stick to her drink instead.

Now that she thought about it, Caden and she were supposed to have a talk. She had pressed it upon him as well, saying numerous times that she wanted to speak with him. The movie night screws up that plan but she wasn't going to cancel it. She had concluded that she would find a time to talk with him alone, maybe later in the night? That curiosity tugged at her. that one question that she craved to know the answer to.

As the boys were gorging themselves, she turned her attention to Caden. She met her eyes with his, a cute smile pulling on her lips. "Is that alright with you?" She was speaking of the movie night. That mischievous look in her eyes never left. It was almost like she was yearning for him to say something cocky. She attempted to tease him a little just because of the verbal fight that almost occurred between them. She just hoped it would make her feel better and make her forget that he brought up a touchy subject. Anya gave him a look but it wasn't just any look. It was a look that clearly stated you know you can't say no to me.

Anya laughed softly. She couldn't help but smile another genuine smile. It had been a long time since she had this much fun. She didn't want it to stop. "They wanted you to pay, Caden. Now if it was just me with them, they would be fighting about who would pay for my food in an attempt to impress me," She mumbled to him with another laugh.

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It was about time for the movie night and Anya couldn't help but feel excited. It was like a sleepover. She never had a sleepover before. She knew it would be fun, especially with the boys drooling over her and Caden making cocky remarks. Anya decided to get changed into some sleepwear which she had bought at the store earlier. It was a cute v-neck shirt with short sleeping shorts. It sat loosely on her body and the fabric looked comfortable. Anya ran a hand through her hair which was now sloppy but cute. "I hope you don't mind me wearing this," She said to the boys with a smile. She knew they wouldn't mind.

As they started the movie, she peered over at Caden, that mischief in her eyes. When scary parts came up, she would flinch. It was more forced than anything but some parts did get to her every now and then. For the first few scary parts, she leaned into Carson. Her hand was placed on his chest. She would tuck her face into his shoulder and squeeze his shirt, just enough to where she wouldn't hurt her hand. The other scary parts she did the same to Diego. It was all just a cruel game. And just to get to them even more she would run a hand through their hair. Not only that but it was a simple tease for Caden.

But soon the movie ended and it was late. The boys were already asleep so it was only Anya and Caden awake. She chuckled softly as she covered them with blankets. She turned to Caden. "They are adorable," She finally said. She had said it earlier before they went shopping but she couldn't help but say it again. "I just hope they find themselves each a girl good enough for them," She bit her lip nervously. They were starting to grow on her.

"Hey...Caden" She said slowly. Maybe now was the best time before they all went to sleep. "I wanted to talk with you," She kept her voice low to not wake Carson or Diego. She had taken him into his room since it was the most private place in the house.

When they were alone in his room she sat down on his bed. Her hands ran across his sheets until she finally trained her eyes on him. She didn't want to just bluntly say it. So she decided to ease into it. "Wasn't it rather funny how they drooled over my movements? You could practically hear their heartbeats racing. It is like they are starved of feminine attention," She chuckled softly. She was sure now that he wanted her to get to the point but she still didn't want to say it bluntly. It was probably best to lighten the moment beforehand. "Did you see the Princess's charm?" She stood up and approached him. She knew he saw but she decided to still explain it, but why not tease him as well. "I would place my hands on their chest and hold my body close to theirs." She placed her hands on his chest but she didn't lean into him. "Then I would run my hands through their hair and you can just feel them tense up and get so nervous," Anya ran her hands through his hair and that was when she pulled herself close to him. She hesitated and her face grew red.

"That isn't the point of why I asked to talk to you. I've just...been confused about something." She tilted her head. Just. She just didn't want him to laugh at her. "What.....what is love?" She said. How would Caden take it? Would he think it was a stupid joke? "I want to know what it is...what it feels like." Her voice quivered with nervousness. She understood the fact of two people together and showing affection but what did it truly feel. She wasn't taught to feel but she truly just wanted to feel that emotion and understand why people are so crazy about it. "It sounds stupid doesn't it," She discouraged herself, moving her hands away from him. "You made that joke about me loving you earlier and it got me thinking." She spoke in a muttered tone. "No, I'm not saying I do" She waved her hands like she was dismissing what she just said. Her face only grew more flustered. It was hard to tell if she was blushing or if her face was red because she was about to get emotional. "I was just saying it had me thinking about how much I don't understand it. So I just wanted to ask," She finally said.

"Love is complicated," Her voice hummed the words like she never heard them before. Love wasn't just one emotion but pretty much all of them. How do you feel all emotions at once? She grumbled under her breath in mere irritation. She found herself sitting on his bed again but through pissiness she laid on her back, staring at the ceiling. "Love is a commitment, isn't it? I just hope Carson and Diego haven't fallen in love with me, a murderer," She chuckled but she ultimately was serious. They were probably just obsessed with the idea of being with her is all. She laid there in a long moment of silence but then she came to the realization of something.

Anya tapped her lips for a moment. She abruptly peered up at him with a blank stare, still laying on her back. She finally shifted and sat up. There was something in her eyes that was completely different almost like she was going to pull some sort of mischief again. It was almost like she had something bitter to say. Like she just wanted to piss him off. Yet she hesitated when she finally spoke. "Caden," Her voice was soothing. It was odd that her voice could get that soft. She reached out her hand to him as a gesture for him to come closer to her and the bed. Her hand touched his but fluidly after, she slipped her hand up to his wrist and suddenly pulled on him. Her hand stung a little but she didn't care.

Her breathing grew slow as she had him close. A satisfied hum came from her lips like she couldn't get enough of just being near him. She looked deep into his eyes like she wanted to say something but she never did. Her fingers caressed his face which was now close to her and within seconds her lips drew close to him. His physique was tall and abrupt but she managed to make it work. She felt his breath on hers but she never kissed him. Their lips were practically touching. Her eyes became complex with complete mischief, curiosity, and nervousness. It came so abruptly, her actions, but she wanted to fulfill it. She approached his lips with a soft kiss at first but it slowly grew more intense.

Was this love? Was the tingling sensation and chills down her spine telling her that she was in love? Was this the feeling? The complex emotions she was feeling or was she merely just attracted to him? Was love every time she gave him a hard time and got upset yet still found him adorable? Or was it just his cocky remarks that made her feel that way? But deep down she knew the answer to all of those questions.

It seemed all like a joke. Like she was just doing this to get on his nerves and tease him. But her eyes began to water, slow tears dripping down her cheeks after she stopped kissing him. Anya was sure it had now become obvious that she wasn't trying to tease him. She wanted this herself. She gave him the softest look, one he had never seen her give before, her face still close to his. It was unlike her to cry. It confused her when she found out she was. Was she crying because she hurt her hand or had recently sat in a funny way to irritate the bruises on her back? No. She was crying over him.

"Caden...." She whispered. "I think I'm in love with you,"

Those words startled Anya but they just came naturally. She thinks this is what love feels like. She didn't understand the feeling yet just knew what it was at the same time. She knew those 7 words, she would regret in the morning or even act like she hadn't said it. But now wasn't the time to play it off. She found her hands running through his hair, her eyes never leaving his. She wasn't joking....her movements were real....her feelings were real....her words were real. It was obvious ever since she started crying, showing him her vulnerability. Her cheeks grew red from the warm tears.

Had Anya been in love with him ever since their first kiss? That was truly when things started to change, right? That was when she began to blush at all his remarks and make cute ones back. That was when she concluded that she couldn't kill him. During that first kiss, he allowed them to have their moment but he pushed her away at the last minute saying she was drunk. Well, she wasn't drunk anymore. She wanted him.

For a minute there...the look on his face. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything. Her stomach sunk thinking the worst of the worst. What was he going to say to her? Was he going to reprimand her saying she said absurd words and leave her there to sorrow in her own feelings? He wouldn't do such a thing. Would he? She felt the tears flooding her eyes even more. Her eyes widened when he wiped the tears away. Wait. He was smiling. Her wide eyes eased up just at that look on his face.

Anya laughed softly, her laugh weak but pure. She sniffled as he rubbed away the tears even more. The look on his face was hilarious when he first saw her crying. Now that he knew she was okay he decided to make his regular cocky comments. "No, I will. I will find a way to kill you," She teased, her voice softer than usual. "It is just more suspenseful if you don't know what is on my mind," Her voice immediately fell silent when he spoke those next words. Her face grew blank as she just stared at him. He loved her. He...loved her. Anya felt her heartbeat begin to race. It was rather embarrassing that such a simple word did that to her. Well, now it wasn't a simple word to her anymore. Love meant something. It was amazing that she caught onto the meaning of it in a matter of minutes with just a single kiss.

Just his presence was satisfying yet those words just intensified everything. The way he ran his hand through her hair and caressed her cheek, wiping away the occasional tears. It was obvious that love wasn't just a word to him either. She allowed her eyes to close for a long moment. Yet, she couldn't help but peek them open. "I don't want to talk anymore." She whispered, her finger pressing against his lips. Her voice was intriguing yet soothing. She slowly slid her finger away. She planted a kiss in between his eyes. The kisses slowly trailed to his jaw.

Her face just grew redder. She scoffed under her breath, knowing she had to go against what she just said. "You are going to have to deal with your enemy tonight because I am not leaving," The words just came naturally. "I hope that is alright with you. Oh, wait..." She paused, her voice still slow and mysterious. "I forgot you can't say no to me," She chuckled. Her voice grew quiet, and she allowed them to be still for a long moment. "Now I don't want to talk anymore," She whispered into his ear.

Anya never knew she would be so sweet to the man she was supposed to kill. She had come to him to get the job done yet something told her not to in the very beginning. She tried so hard yet every time he was never scared of her. He knew she wouldn't from the get-go. Then their first kiss occurred. She knew she couldn't after that. Anya fully understood the consequences of that, ones that Caden didn't know of. If her boss or any of her team finds out she aborted a mission they would have her head. It gets worse than that, especially since she fell in love with her enemy, a supernatural. Yet, she didn't care. She was in the presence of someone she loved now. At least at this moment, nothing mattered to her but him. She would worry about it in the morning.

Her eyes pierced into his. Her breathing slowed abruptly as she began to focus on him. Anya leaned forward. Going against her words once again she spoke. "Caden..." She whispered and it was almost inaudible as her lips nearly met his. Everything was all such a tease. "Please..." She didn't want him to say no to her.

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Anya was fast asleep from a long night. She took advantage of this rest that she lacked and for once in her life, she actually slept soundly. She never had the best sleep, but for some reason, she did this time. Was it because she had finally learned the feeling of love? Or was it because she was in the presence of Caden, feeling safe for once? Her face nuzzled into the bedsheets and the pillow she laid her head upon. Her breathing was slow and calm, not a trace of pain or anxiety in sight.

She wasn’t herself last night. It seems odd for her to act so differently but it was true. She was so overtaken by love that her stubbornness and pride had slipped away from her. She never made a single comment to tease him last night. She wasn’t like her usual self. For once she hadn’t found herself defending herself or getting irritated over the littlest things. She had shown a side of herself that she rarely shows anyone. The side where she was sweet and caring. Where she was very sensitive and tolerant. It was unlike her usual stubborn and cocky personality. For once she was remarkably sweet to Caden, warm and gentle. Surely, he would make fun of that later on and she would merely get embarrassed.

Anya grumbled under her breath, sensing Caden’s power increasing, but it wasn’t enough to fully wake her up yet. She remained asleep for a while longer but she began drifting in and out of sleep. That was until she finally began to wake up. Her eyes peeked open, foggy. It took her a couple of blinks to fully open her eyes. Her surroundings were blurry until she focused on the objects around the room. She turned her attention to Caden, her lips closing. Her lips turned into a warm smile, her face was bright yet tired at the same time. She lifted her hand and touched his arm. Anya’s hands were still bandaged but for once she hadn’t got irritated at the bandages. Her touch was soft. “Are you alright?” She asked, her voice a soft murmur. She sounded like she was half asleep when speaking. She gave his arm a slight squeeze before she forced herself to sit up. “Caden,” Her voice was oddly smooth, the tenderness from last night still in her veins. “Your powers…” She finally whispered. Her hunter side could easily sense the elevation. Why didn’t he wake her up if this was happening? “Take a deep breath,” She said, forcing his head to turn towards her. She tilted her head. There was something different in her eyes, almost like she was still in a trance. Anya’s eyes never carried a single trace of stubbornness nor mischief. A soft hum came from her lips as she looked into his eyes. A warm kiss planted on his chin. She had yet to sense that he was being tormented by someone. All she could sense was that his power was elevating, ready to be unleashed. If he had an outburst the other hunters were sure to get notified about his location. She couldn’t have that happen.

She held a hand against his cheek. “You feel overheated,” She finally said. Without saying another word, she decided it was probably best to get him some water. She slid her legs off of the bed, her hands reaching for the nearby clothes which were strewn about. Anya slipped on one of Caden’s shirts before ushering herself out of the room. She would have looked more presentable if she had remembered that Diego and Carson were there, but she was too into the moment to remember.

As she grabbed the glass out of the cabinet she finally realized that Diego and Carson were still there. Luckily they seemed to be asleep. Distracted, one of the cups slipped out of her hands, clattering on the counter. Luckily she didn’t break it. Her face was flush as she stared at the boys who were once asleep. She tugged at the shirt that barely ever so slightly went past her hips. That was when it hit her. How would they feel when they find out that their best friend, Caden, slept with the girl, Anya, they fantasized about? There was no way of hiding it. She was wearing his shirt and her hair was kinky, her lips flush from the embrace of his lips. Her fingers grasped the glass. Not caring if Diego and Carson see her or not, she hastily filled the glass and went back to Caden’s room. She closed the door behind her, leaning against it in a moment of disappointment.

She gulped nervously before her eyes landed on Caden. “I forgot Carson and Diego spent the night here,” She whispered, like a child who was pouting. She was obviously embarrassed. Anya walked over to Caden before placing herself in his bed, next to him. She handed him the glass of water. “I think they saw me,” She muttered. It wasn’t that she regret spending the night with Caden it was just….she felt like she was betraying them. Was that bad to feel?