almost an hour ago, so Brooklyn and I have
decided to eat lunch down in the restaurant here in hotel, and then hang out by
the pool. After lounging by the pool for a few hours we’re going to go watch a
Vegas show at Planet Hollywood.
Slipping
my yellow sundress on over my bikini and sliding my feet into my flip flops, I
toss my wallet into my purse and put on my Ray Bans. I walk around the suite
looking for my sunscreen, but can’t find it anywhere.
Leaving
my room, I head down to Brooklyn’s. The sound of music blasting out of her
suite is so loud I doubt she’ll hear me knocking on the door. Pushing the door
open, I spot Brooklyn by her closet trying on an assortment of sandals.
Yelling
over Jared Leto singing A Beautiful Lie , I cause Brooklyn to jump as my
voice startles her. “Hey, you have any sunscreen?” I laugh as she spins around,
pressing her hand against her chest.
“Jesus
Christ, Savannah! You scared the shit out of me.” Her eyes are as big as
saucers as she walks across the room turning off her iPod. “I thought you had
sunscreen so I didn’t pack any.”
Walking
over to her closet, I pick up her gold gladiator style sandals. Dangling them
out in front of me, I hold them out to Brooklyn, “These are perfect with that
bikini.”
Letting
out a sigh of relief, Brooklyn takes them from me and quickly slips them on.
“You’re a life saver, I’ve tried on ten pairs and couldn’t decide which looked
good with my bathing suit and wrap.”
“You’re
welcome!” I say in a sing-song voice. “That’s why I work in fashion.”
“Well
you’re a life saver, I cannot wait to go soak up some sun.” Sliding her
sunglasses on top of her head, she follows me out of the suite.
“We’ll
have to stop at the gift shop down in the lobby and get some sunscreen. The
last thing we need is to get sunburned and spend the rest of our time here sore
and looking like lobsters.”
Stepping
off of the elevator we make our way across the busy lobby and into the gift
shop. The gift shop is packed with tourists and Brooklyn doesn’t even bat an
eye as she struts around in her black barely there bikini and sheer wrap. I
mentally thank myself for opting on a tunic sundress.
While
reading the different sunscreen bottles Brooklyn decides to ask about Kayden.
“So, things with you and Knox all good now?” She asks, giving me a sideways
glance before returning her focus to the bottles on display.
Reaching
in front of her I grab a bottle of SPF 30, “Let’s just get this one.”
“Changing
the subject I see? So I’m taking it things are still complicated at the
moment?” She says with air quotes, as she emphasizes complicated.
Rolling
my eyes at her, I head up to the counter and stand in line. “We’re not talking
about a Facebook relationship status, Brooklyn. Things are okay I guess. Kayden
just seems off since everything that’s happened over the last forty-eight
hours.”
Resting
her hand on my forearm she gives me a small smile, “I think everything’s going
to be fine. He’s probably being a miserable ass because he’s hung over and sore
from his fight with Shayne last night.”
I
hope she’s right. I’m able to relax a little as her words sink in.
Chapter Five
Sitting
on our lounge by the pool I’m basking in the sun, enjoying the warm breeze and quietly
singing along with the music the DJ’s playing up by the poolside bar. This is
exactly what I needed.
Brooklyn’s
in the water with a group of people we met at the pool’s bar. They’re laughing
and hitting a giant beach ball around in the water. I was down there with them
but felt like lying back down and working on my tan. My body is covered in water
droplets, so the normally hot air that feels like a blow drier is pointed
directly on you, actually feels refreshing on my damp cool skin.
Rolling
onto my stomach, I pull out my phone and check my messages. I posted a picture
of Brooklyn and me hanging out by the side of pool
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