“Oh, hell yeah, You go, girl!” I holler enthusiastically, cheering the character on.
The film ends, and we are all sitting there wheezing with laughter. My face hurts from smiling so much.
“Thanks, Val. You were right. That was cathartic as hell.”
“It really was,” Cynthia agrees. “I need to tell Thor.”
Cynthia darts off before we can stop her.
“Hunter is going to shit himself,” I mutter, earning another giggle from Valley.
Holding hands again, we go back to my room. I'm stuffed full of food, and sleepy.
This is exactly what I needed after Maxim—that fuck.
Synn
I was awake most of the night, impatient to get to Pazessca. I honored her girl time, but now it’s eight a.m. and I’m going to get her.
I knock on her door, and female grumbles sound from the other side. “Coming,” Pazessca answers, opening the door at last.
She looks adorable in sleep shorts, duck slippers, a t-shirt, and rumpled hair is.
“Good morning, Baby Girl. I come bearing gifts.” I hold out the three coffees I wrangled from the kitchen.
“Damn, I might like you after all!” Valley exclaims, grabbing the coffee from my hand.
“Where’s Cynthia?” I ask, not seeing her in the room.
“Um... she went to find Thor and never came back,” Pazessca admits.
“Harris is going to have a field day with that one,” I laugh. "Anyway, I’m ready for our date, Baby Girl.”
“I get it, I’m leaving,” Valley says. She kisses Pazessca on her cheek and heads out.
Pazessca smiles shyly, sweeping her arm for me to come inside. I do, locking the door behind me.
She sips her coffee. “So...?”
“So, we have a very overdue date, Baby Girl,” I say.
She blushes. “I just woke up, Synn. I need a shower, at least.”
“Go right ahead. I'll wait.” I take a seat on the end of her bed. When she leaves to shower, I call out, “Where’s 3, by the way?”
“With Ghost,” Pazessca calls back.
Ah, okay. Those two have made a bit of a friendship. That's good, especially for Ghost. He was so love-starved for so long. Anyone else that appreciates him is a good thing.
I wait patiently for Pazessca, feeling nervous. The fuck? I have butterflies? I facepalm, groaning. I have it so bad for this girl.
She emerges finally from the ensuite, wrapped in a towel, hair down her back and damp. She looks stunning. I'm momentarily struck dumb.
“I need clothes,” she tosses out as she heads for the closet in the room.
“No, you don't,” I answer as I pick her up from behind, earning a screech.
I set her down on the bed, going to my knees to look at her face. “I need you now, Pazessca. I can’t wait anymore.”
