shaking his head. “It’s not cold.” He walked over to the dresser and picked up the ice bucket, tucking the bottle of vodka under his arm.
“Hey, you better come back with that,” called Chaz. He reached onto the cart, grabbed the other bottle of vodka and twisted off the top.
“Take it easy there, cowboy,” I cautioned. “You’ll be blasted with bright lights and loud music tomorrow. It’s brutal if you’re hung over.”
“Fuckin’ A,” Danielle snorted in agreement.
Without warning the door flew open and a conga line of stylists and models paraded into our room. They danced and sang around the room and turned in a tight circle near the vanity. They were still coming into the room as the front of the line exited.
“Conga?” said Danielle. “What is this, the seventies?”
Donny was at the end of the line behind Trent. “C’mon, beautiful.” He tossed his hair from his eyes and extended his black fingernails to Danielle.
“What the hell,” she shrugged. Sliding her fingers into the belt loops of his black jeans she joined in behind Donny. Finally, the party-goers exited the room. I locked the door behind them.
“That was crazy,” said Chaz as he poured vodka and soda into the glasses on the dresser. “Are these shows always like this?”
“Yes. Which is why it’s a good thing they only come once a year.”
He nodded and handed the glass to me.
“Cheers,” I said and we clinked our glasses. He climbed on top of the bed and I stood in the middle of the room, glaringly aware of the emptiness from the loss of energy from the conga line. Chaz patted the space next to him and I sat, obviously aware that we were alone.
I was nervous.
And excited.
But mostly nervous.
I sat next to him, my arm grazing his as I propped the pillows up against the headboard and settled in. Chaz flipped through the channels as we sipped our drinks and watched TV.
“Knight Rider?” he asked, pausing on the channel.
“Sure,” I replied with a shrug. I don’t know if it was because I had been up early this morning, the sun, the alcohol, or a combination of everything but all of a sudden I was really tired. I felt heavy, my weary body sinking into the mattress. When my eyes started to close Chaz took my glass and switched off the lamp next to the bed, the TV the only source of light flickering across the room.
“I’m sorry,” I turned on my side to face him. “I’m not much fun. I’m really tired.”
He threw back the rest of his drink and set the glass on the nightstand. “I’m tired too. I should go back to my room.”
“There might be a…party going on in there,” I grinned, knowing how crazy Donny and Danielle got when they were drunk. “A private party.”
“You’re probably right.” His lips parted as he scanned my body sprawled next to him.
“You could stay here,” I offered and turned onto my stomach.
“I could…” he said softly. He slowly gathered my hair and swept it to the side. He pressed his thumbs into my back and rubbed in small circles.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” I said into the pillow. He worked down my back, then his hands stilled and they were gone.
I rolled over to face him. He was propped up on one elbow, his emerald eyes dropped down my body as his heated gaze washed over me. I reached up to him, needing contact. I raised my hand to his cheek and he turned into my palm. With quickened breath his face was within inches of mine. My hands stole around his neck and tangled into his thick hair. Soft lips covered mine as adrenaline rushed down to my toes. He rolled on top of me and I was flooded with relief to finally have his weight crushing me into the bed. His tongue slowly pushed between my teeth and I was thankful for the darkness so he couldn’t see me coming undone. I had waited so long for this. His kisses became more demanding, urgent, and I moaned as his tongue tangled with mine.
And then he raised up and was lifting away from me as my hands slipped
“Hey, you better come back with that,” called Chaz. He reached onto the cart, grabbed the other bottle of vodka and twisted off the top.
“Take it easy there, cowboy,” I cautioned. “You’ll be blasted with bright lights and loud music tomorrow. It’s brutal if you’re hung over.”
“Fuckin’ A,” Danielle snorted in agreement.
Without warning the door flew open and a conga line of stylists and models paraded into our room. They danced and sang around the room and turned in a tight circle near the vanity. They were still coming into the room as the front of the line exited.
“Conga?” said Danielle. “What is this, the seventies?”
Donny was at the end of the line behind Trent. “C’mon, beautiful.” He tossed his hair from his eyes and extended his black fingernails to Danielle.
“What the hell,” she shrugged. Sliding her fingers into the belt loops of his black jeans she joined in behind Donny. Finally, the party-goers exited the room. I locked the door behind them.
“That was crazy,” said Chaz as he poured vodka and soda into the glasses on the dresser. “Are these shows always like this?”
“Yes. Which is why it’s a good thing they only come once a year.”
He nodded and handed the glass to me.
“Cheers,” I said and we clinked our glasses. He climbed on top of the bed and I stood in the middle of the room, glaringly aware of the emptiness from the loss of energy from the conga line. Chaz patted the space next to him and I sat, obviously aware that we were alone.
I was nervous.
And excited.
But mostly nervous.
I sat next to him, my arm grazing his as I propped the pillows up against the headboard and settled in. Chaz flipped through the channels as we sipped our drinks and watched TV.
“Knight Rider?” he asked, pausing on the channel.
“Sure,” I replied with a shrug. I don’t know if it was because I had been up early this morning, the sun, the alcohol, or a combination of everything but all of a sudden I was really tired. I felt heavy, my weary body sinking into the mattress. When my eyes started to close Chaz took my glass and switched off the lamp next to the bed, the TV the only source of light flickering across the room.
“I’m sorry,” I turned on my side to face him. “I’m not much fun. I’m really tired.”
He threw back the rest of his drink and set the glass on the nightstand. “I’m tired too. I should go back to my room.”
“There might be a…party going on in there,” I grinned, knowing how crazy Donny and Danielle got when they were drunk. “A private party.”
“You’re probably right.” His lips parted as he scanned my body sprawled next to him.
“You could stay here,” I offered and turned onto my stomach.
“I could…” he said softly. He slowly gathered my hair and swept it to the side. He pressed his thumbs into my back and rubbed in small circles.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” I said into the pillow. He worked down my back, then his hands stilled and they were gone.
I rolled over to face him. He was propped up on one elbow, his emerald eyes dropped down my body as his heated gaze washed over me. I reached up to him, needing contact. I raised my hand to his cheek and he turned into my palm. With quickened breath his face was within inches of mine. My hands stole around his neck and tangled into his thick hair. Soft lips covered mine as adrenaline rushed down to my toes. He rolled on top of me and I was flooded with relief to finally have his weight crushing me into the bed. His tongue slowly pushed between my teeth and I was thankful for the darkness so he couldn’t see me coming undone. I had waited so long for this. His kisses became more demanding, urgent, and I moaned as his tongue tangled with mine.
And then he raised up and was lifting away from me as my hands slipped
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