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She looked at me like I was part of the craziness.
I held my hands up in surrender. “It wasn’t my idea…but if you have two weeks off…what better way to spend it, right?”
“You just don’t want to go by yourself and be stuck with nobody to entertain you,” she countered. “What about the flight? That I might be able to swing on my own.”
“All first class tickets,” Rome said. “You don’t have to pay for that either.”
She sighed and looked up to the sky, which was a beautiful crystal blue.
“Not really sure this is the greatest idea…” she hesitated. “But what the hell.”Chapter 12I hate when bitches post ‘I can’t sleep’ at 3 am. Well, that’s because cocaine is a stimulant, Sniffany.
-Things you probably shouldn’t say to a drug addict.
Slate
I knocked on her door at six the next morning and wondered if I was making the wrong decision.
But when she answered the door, I knew that I wasn’t.
Why?
Because she answered the door wearing a pair of Minnie Mouse ears.
I opened my mouth, then closed it, wondering what in the hell to say.
But then decided…what the fuck.
“You look strangely adorable in those,” I admitted. “Are you a fan of Minnie Mouse?”
Not only was she wearing the ears, but she was also wearing the t-shirt. And the leggings. And the socks.
Oh, and the shoes.
“I didn’t know they made Mickey Mouse shoes in adult sizes,” I observed dryly.
“They don’t,” she admitted. “At least not these. I got them in the kid’s section at Target. Did I mention that I can fit into kid’s clothes? That’s what these are. My mom and I went shopping yesterday, and I’m fully prepared!”
She pointed to the leggings and the t-shirt that were adorably cute…and matched.
“I’m not sure a kid is supposed to fill those out quite so well,” I informed her.
She grinned. “Do you want to see my Mickey underwear?”
I looked at where her underwear would be if she weren’t wearing pants over the top of them, then shook my head. “As much as I want to see them, it’s probably for the best that we don’t. Then I’ll want to do something about it, and our flight leaves in exactly three and a half hours. It’ll take us at least two of those to get to the airport.”
“Are we riding with Rome?” she asked curiously, turning around to pull her suitcase out.
Her backside was blocking the luggage from me, but when she backed all the way out of the house and her ass swayed to the side, that’s when I saw that it was Minnie Mouse, too.
“There’s no way in hell that you had time to get all of this yesterday,” I said. “You already had all this, didn’t you?”
She turned and looked at me over her shoulder so sheepishly that I couldn’t help myself.
Reaching for her waist, I pulled her to me and then looked down into her face.
“On a scale of one to ten, how excited are you right now to be going to Disney World?” I teased.
She bit her lip. Then said, “About a fifty-seven.”
I began to crack up.
“That’s a pretty high number there, darlin’,” I teased.
“I’ve been to Disney World once,” she whispered. “And I remember it like it was yesterday instead of fifteen years ago. Trust me when I say, I really, really wanted to go back. But my dad? Not so much.”
I dropped my mouth to hers and tasted cherry lip gloss.
Licking my tongue over her lips, and then plunging it deep inside her mouth, I found myself smiling.
“Let’s go to Disney then, woman,” I growled.
Izzy got out of the front seat and gestured to the front seat when we got close enough.
“Slate, do you want to sit up there?” she asked. “I know that you have motion sickness.”
There was no hesitating.
As much as I wanted to sit in the back with Harleigh, that wasn’t going to be possible.
Even if Izzy hadn’t offered it to me, I would’ve moved her ass anyway.
“It’s your fuckin’ fault that I’m going to this shit anyway,” I said as I walked to the back of the SUV and gestured for Harleigh to roll her bag to me.
When she did, I dropped the handle, lifted the bag, and nearly threw my back out while I did.
“Jesus Christ,” I grunted as I picked it up. “You’re going to be paying overweight charges on this bitch,” I called to Rome.
Harleigh covered her mouth with her hand.
“Do you think I should maybe separate it into different bags?” she asked.
I shook my head, allowing a grin to tip up the corners of my mouth.
“No,” I grumbled. “I’m just giving you a hard time.”
“I already told you all this shit is for free,” Rome called from the front seat. “Izzy, baby. Go ahead and shove my shit into the back, too.”
