“Yes, sir.” He chuckles, walking past me into the bathroom and closes the door.
God, I’m exhausted. The nap I took on our way to the cliff has somehow managed to make me even more sleepy. And here I thought they were supposed to pump your energy back up.
Throwing myself on one of the beds, I stare at the ceiling and sigh. At least there are two beds. If I had to sleep next to him I’d never be able to keep my hands to myself.
33
Visha
It’s kinda awkward walking around in nothing but a bathrobe but since it’s already late, there is basically no one in the souvenir shop.
The elderly woman at the counter smiles kindly when she addresses me, “Good evening, sir. How can I help you?”
“Good evening. My friend and I got caught in the rain on our way home and are in need of underwear and socks if you have any.”
She nods and motions me to a shelf with packaged underwear, but when I see what’s illustrated on the briefs, I cringe internally.
I heart NYC.
Yeah, Aoi will make fun of my ass if I come back with these.
“Unfortunately, these are the only underwear we have for men. They are a bit silly, though.” She hands me the packed briefs and two pairs of simple white socks.
Silly is an understatement.
I unlock my phone to pay as the cashier smiles oddly at me. “Do you and your friend perhaps need one of these?” she slides a pack of condoms over the counter, and I almost choke on my spit.
Good Lord, why the hell would she ask me that?
Heat flushes my cheeks. “That won’t be necessary, thank you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Certain,” I stammer out, grabbing the briefs and socks as I pay for them. “Good night.”
“Good night,” she singsongs, wiggling her fingers at me.
I don’t turn back and simply rush up the stairs and through the hallway, stopping neatly in my tracks when my phone buzzes.
LIV
Wanna come over and watch a movie?
Me
I can’t. I’m with Aoi right now. I won’t be coming home tonight.
Liv
Hold up.
I pick up the incoming call and snort. “Are you seriously calling me the second I tell you I’m on a date?”
“You never told me you were going out with him!” she shoots back. “I can’t believe you, traitor. You better tell me how it all went in detail, or I’ll whoop your ass. Where are you anyway?”
“Pretty far,” I reply. “I’ll tell you everything when I get back.”
She scoffs. “You’re starting to keep secrets from me? Your own mother? You ungrateful son. I absolutely can’t believe you’d be like that.”
