“We were in the middle of aprivateconvo, man,” Wheeler unhappily grumps. “Mind if we finish?”
“Can’t,” leaves me before J.T. has to even consider creating an excuse. “We’ve got a holodeck tee-time coming up.”
“I love that they chose glow-in-the-dark mini golf to represent that,” the man whose hold I can’t stop myself from leaning into declares.
“Sames!”
“I’ve got one within the hour too,” my ex casually informs. “Guess I’ll just have to find an opening to squeeze into.”
“Won’t be one,” J.T. firmly states.
“Hm,” hums Wheeler as he slowly retreats backwards for the exit, “we’ll see.”
Once he’s no longer within listening distance, I lock eyes with my sweet-faced savior and plead, “Please, tell me this doesn’t ruin your lunch plans.”
“Not at all.” His thumb delivers a soothing stroke to the skin underneath it. “I like any chance I get to spend more time with you.”
“I like that too.”
“Plus,” he proceeds at the same time he retrieves his vibrating cell from his board shorts pocket, “I like the fact I actually get to do theVoyageractivity I had to miss doing earlier because of my vacay partner who isliterallygoing to have the Grim Reaper cussing at his watch on the day of her death because she can’t tell time.”
“Fuck off, Puppet Boy,” a feminine voice unexpectedly huffs, redirecting my attention away from his texting to where she’s now standing. “Icantell time.Youjust can’t stop working.”
“I can stop working,” mutters the male beside me, finger frantically racing across the keys.
“Totally,” mocks the almost intimidatingly beautiful woman on the other side prior to extending her light mocha brown skinned hand in my direction, “Bryn.”
“Nae,” is attached to our polite shaking.
Thisis the best friend he’s here on vacation with?!
Look, I don’t scare easy, especially in the looks department – because I would’ve never become one of the highest paid cheerleaders in the NBA or a celebrity style icon if I had – but this chick is fucking stunning.
Tall.
Fit yet curvy.
Great tits.
Striking blue eyes made to pop with blue eyeliner.
Great taste in entertainment along with clothing given that she’s here and wearing the exact same tank as me in a different color.
She’s a ten.
A solid fucking ten.
How could henotbe secretly in love with her?
Or…is he and he just doesn’t know it?
Am Iherfill in?
Is he using our fake thing to makeherjealous?
To make her realize that he’s always been the right one for her?
ForSevenofNinesake, why does that idea piss me off?
