“He’s had plenty of opportunities to retaliate, and he hasn’t,” I said and grinned. “Think he’ll angry-fuck me later?”
“Kalani,” she gasped. “There are some things you aren’t meant to talk about with your grandmother.”
I frowned. “Does this mean I won’t be hearing about a bumping of coochies?”
“Ignoring that,” she said. “Goodnight. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I said and turned to Sugar. “Ready?”
“That’s not the word I’d use, but we can go.”
Sugar opened the door and looked outside. “Fuck. We’re gonna get wet.”
“You guys don’t have a way to get to your rooms without going outside?” I asked in disbelief.
“We can stay here, if you’re bothered by a little water.”
“I’m fine with it. I’m just surprised this place isn’t full of hidden tunnels and secret rooms. Seems like a missed opportunity.”
“After you,” he said and opened the door.
Fuck. It was pouring rain. I took a deep breath and ran for it. Even though the breezeway and the stairs were covered, I was soaked by the time I reached his room.
He quickly unlocked his door, and I followed him inside. “Wait right here. I’ll get some towels.”
“No, I’m too wet. I’m dripping all over the floor,” I said and walked toward his bathroom.
I stopped in my tracks when he started to laugh. “Never mind. I’ll stand right here and drench your floor. Bring things to me, peasant.”
“No, you won’t,” he said and gently shoved me forward.
“Only because I’m freezing,” I said through chattering teeth and hurried to the bathroom.
After I stepped into the bathtub, he tossed me two towels. “I’ll be back.”
He returned minutes later to find me sitting on the closed toilet, wrapped in a towel, with the shower blasting hot water. “What in the hell are you doing?” he asked, sounding amused yet exasperated.
“I’m cold and I don’t have clothes,” I said simply.
“Right.” He pulled out his phone. “I’ll get you something to wear until your clothes get here.”
“I’d rather wait for mine than wear a stranger’s,” I said.
“I’m a stranger?” he asked.
“I didn’t realize you meantyourclothes,” I chuckled. “But, yes, I’d consider you a stranger—I know your road name and what room you stay in. That’s it.”
“You know why I went to prison.”
“I only know what you told me. That doesn’t mean it was true.”
His phone dinged.
“Your clothes are here.”
I don’t know why I followed him, but I was glad I did. When Sugar opened the door, a prospect wearing swim trunks and a full-face swim mask was standing there with a large trash bag.“Here you go,” he said and turned to leave. That’s when I noticed his flippers and doubled over laughing.
“I can see your ass,” Sugar said.
