Thankfully the door was already open a crack and I nudged it a little further. I should’ve been pissed that Skye wasn’t more aware of her surroundings as I stepped into the bathroom to see her with the shampoo bottle in hand, doubling as her microphone while she shook her ass and waved her arms high above her head. This wasn’t the show I was planning on watching this morning, but seeing Skye’s naked, wet body writhing back and forth under the spray was better than I could’ve dreamt of.
Leaning back against the sink, I folded my leg over my shin and buried my hands in my pockets. Part of me was dying to strip down and join her, while the other part of me told me to stay exactly where I was and keep quiet. Once she knew I was here, the show would end.
Suddenly, mid-verse the song changed and apparently now, girls just wanted to have fun, or something like that. When the volume escalated and she did this dance move where she dropped her ass almost all the way to the floor before popping back up, I stupidly snorted as I tried to fight my laughter.
Spinning around, Skye spotted me, her mouth gaping open, the shampoo bottle come microphone dropping to the tiles with a thud.
“Hayden!” Skye’s voice hit that high pitched shrill again as she attempted to cover herself up.
“I’ve seen it all before, Skye,” I reminded her, licking my lips. I hadn’t had sex on the brain, but now… it wouldn’t take much persuading.
“What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” I taunted.
“I thought you were downstairs…”
“I was. And now I’m back.”
“Oh. Okay. Give me a minute to finish up and I’ll be right out,” Skye asked.
It took everything inside me not to tell her that I was fine where I was and if she wanted to finish the show, I was more than happy to watch. But the pleading in her eyes, had me handing her a towel and backing out of the bathroom.
Five minutes passed and she still hadn’t reappeared but silence had fallen across the small hotel room.
When it hit ten minutes, I knew she was avoiding me. The only problem now was I couldn’t work out which problem she was hiding from. The slip of her tongue or her encore performance.
My phone chirped and I saw Dickson’s name flash on screen. Quickly reading his text, I nodded my head.
Hayden:Thanks. Talk to you when we’re back
Skye edged around the corner, almost like she was sliding across the wall. Her long lean legs were on display in cutoff jean shorts and she had an oversized t-shirt on that was knotted at her hip. Her face was full of makeup and her hair had been dried and curled into big, wild waves. She was beautiful but then again, she always was. Today though, she was trying to hide behind her mask and that, I didn’t like.
“Is this for me?” she asked, pointing to the coffee waiting for her.
“Yep.”
“Thanks.” Skye picked up the cup and took a sip, her eyes falling closed as the now barely warm liquid hit her tongue and a moan escaped her. “Did you want to head out soon?”
“It’s probably a bit early,” I suggested.
“Oh. Okay. No worries. I wanted to try and finish this book anyway,” she mumbled before picking up the tattered paperback and perching her butt on the edge of the bed.
“Skye…”
“Mmmhmm?”
“Can you put the book down for a second please?” I asked.
I hadn’t wanted to do this. I hadn’t wanted to push. But seeing the way she was tiptoeing around me, avoiding the elephant in the room, well it wasn’t going to work for me. So I did the only thing I knew how to. Tackle it head on.
I watched as she carefully slid her bookmark back into place and set the book down before taking another sip of her coffee. I was hoping she’d come closer and talk to me, but it looked like I was the one who was going to have to force the issue.
Closing the distance, I stalked across the room, Skye was looking everywhere but at me as I got closer. When I reached her, I took the cup from her hand and set it aside before crouching down in front of her, ignoring the creaking in my own knees and taking her hands.
“You’re hiding from me,” I stated matter-of-factly.
“N-n-no I’m not. I’m right here,” she tried, although we both knew, her voice held no conviction.
