I smirk. “We’d better get some room service. I know how precious you are about your food.”
He nods, giving me an easy smile. “Good. I’m starved.”
I get up, go to the bathroom, and grab two big, white, fluffy robes. I put one on and pass the other to him. I grab the menu from the table, and we browse through it, then call and order.
Once we finish our meal—the little pigs that we are—we also order chocolate cake for dessert. The whole time he’s talking, he has chocolate on the side of his lip. I try not to crack up.
“What’s so funny?” he asks.
I lean over and wipe off the chocolate with my thumb. “You’re a messy eater.”
He looks down at my vagina. “What can I say... I love my food.” His tone, filled with sexual innuendo, makes me blush. I playfully whack him.
We lie in bed, and I snuggle into his side. The smell of sex and his cologne is heady, making me smile. My senses are drenched in him.
He turns on the TV. “Any requests?”
I yawn. “I don’t mind.” Twitch is good like that. While some of the men will turn their noses up and like watching only suspense or action movies, Twitch will gladly sit and watch anything. I love his easygoing nature. I could put on a crappy reality show, and he’d happily get invested in it.
If we didn’t have feelings for each other and I lived at the clubhouse, we could easily be best friends. We get along so well, and it’s hard to meet people like that anymore. With that thought and the warmth of his body, I succumb to the heaviness of sleep.
The sound of a phone beeping wakes me. The room is dark. I’m still in Twitch’s arms. The light is coming from my bag. I lean over, grab my phone, and bring it to my face. The bright light makes me squint, and Twitch stirs beside me.
It’s a message from Sophie on Facebook Messenger. It’s a group message with all the ol’ ladies.
Hey bitches, I’ve organized for us to have a spa day at my family’s hotel. I better see all of your beautiful faces there for some relaxation and champagne. It’s booked for 11.00 a.m. See you tomorrow XOXO
“That’s so bright,” Twitch says huskily.
“Oh, sorry,” I say, leaning over to put my phone on the bedside table. “I have to be back in Crown Village by eleven. Sophie organized a spa day.”
He sighs. “Checkout is at ten, so that’s fine.” He pulls me close and kisses the top of my head, making my heart clench. “Can we just stay here forever?”
I can hear the playfulness in his voice, but there’s an undertone of sadness. I wrap an arm around him and give him a tight hug. “I wish.”
He climbs on top of me. “Let’s not talk about it.” He leans down, kisses me, and once more ravishes my body.
EIGHT
REALITY SUCKS!
Milly
I fell back asleep,but the early morning sun beaming through the sheer curtains wakes me. As the sun rises, so does the dread of having to leave. My mind races with thoughts of him saying, “I’m going to remind you who you belong to.” It was hot coming from his lips, but what does that mean exactly? I overthink things too much. He was probably talking about sex, but there’s this nagging sensation that last night was more than just casual sex.
His breathing changes, and he shifts. I can tell he’s awake. I snuggle into him, finding contentment in the moment before everything has to change, before we have to return to the reality of our situation.
“Good morning, pretty lady.”
“Good morning. How are you feeling?” My nerves coil as I wait for his answer.
“Like I had the best fucking night of my life.”
I grin from ear to ear as the anxiety melts away.
“How are you feeling?” he asks curiously.
“Sore,” I answer honestly. Because, well, I am tender this morning.
