But she wouldn’t.
We have a deal.
We don’t interfere with each other’s private lives unless we think it’s a toxic situation.
I still know better than to take this as permission. Especially this week.
Got it, I text back.
I’ll take her for breakfast so you can work tomorrow, Em adds.
I glance at the pullout bed, still stuck halfway out because I’m tipping maintenance to stay away.
Not that I think it’s necessary.
Haven’t seen housekeeping in the time we’ve been here. Gift shop was closed right before dinner, despite the posted hours saying it would be open until eight. Heard a rumor the restaurants aren’t running well.
Seems Emma picked a falling-down resort for her wedding.
But if she’s happy, I’m happy.
Happy as can be with Laney heading back my way though.
Good thing she’s drunk.
I don’t freaking touch drunk women.
Hopefully she’ll pass out quickly. And snore. And drool. And maybe puke.
Not because I wish puking on her, but because it might make her less attractive.
I wince.
Let’s be honest. It probably wouldn’t.
It would probably make her even more real and relatable. And that’s something I’ll just have to deal with.
16
Laney
Piña coladas arewaaaaaaymorefun when they’re not mai tais and when your friend bribes the bartender to put extra rum on top of the extra pineapple on top of the extra rum and when they’redeliciousand when they make you make afoolof yourself.
Ha-ha!Delaney Kingston is making a fool of herself! Take that, expectations!
But walking up stairs isnotfun.
“Why are they sobig?” I moan while I lift my thigh with my hands to make it lift high highhighin the air to put my foot on the first step of the porch.
Sabrina laughs next to me. “You want ’em big, sweetie.”
“But not too big,” Emma adds.
“How would you know?” Sabrina shoots back. “You’re marryingChandler, and he’s practically the only guy you’ve ever slept with.”
“I’ve tried bigger dildos when he’s been away on work trips,” Emma replies.
I crack up.
