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I nod and wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him as we leave our tiny slice of heaven to head back to reality.
18
CASSIO
Bianka lies on her belly across the king-sized bed of our Herrington Inn and Spa suite in downtown Geneva. Wearing a plush robe and crossing her ankles as she swings her feet like a pendulum above her hips, she appears perfectly at ease.
A fire crackles in the corner of our room that we’ve booked for the entire weekend. Lucca and Ellie are two doors down, having their own spa getaway as we all enjoy the luxury retreat’s amenities.
My family believes Lucca and I are camping this weekend in Starved Rock State Park–something they all think we’re crazy for doing now that it’s nearly Thanksgiving break and a thin layer of snow covers the ground.
We’ve done it almost every year, though, so they weren’t overly skeptical when we told them our supposed plans. But in truth, this year, we’ve given up our annual camping trip for something the girls might enjoy a little more.
The girls are actually supposed to be where we are. They booked the spa rooms in Geneva for a supposed girls’ weekend. And once we drove our separate ways out of town, we met up at the idyllic spot for a bit of double dating and some good quality time.
“What are you reading?” I ask, sprawling on the bed beside her and slinging my arms over her hips.
“Vogue,” she says simply, flashing the cover of the fashion magazine in my direction.
“Finding any new trends to rock?” Leaning on an elbow, I kiss the corner of her full, pouting lips and flash a smile when her eyes meet mine.
“Always.” A grin spreads across her lips as she drops the magazine onto the bed and turns her attention to me, crawling on top of me as I roll onto my back, pinning me to the bed.
Resting her chin on my chest, Bianka looks at me through thick dark lashes, her freshly washed hair cascading over her shoulders in rich reddish-brown ringlets. I love quiet moments like these when we get the pleasure of each other’s company without having to think about the world around us.
The time I spend with Bianka just keeps getting better and better. We seem to have mastered the art of hiding our relationship from our families at this point. And my acting skills have been honed a lot this year. Both from switching to a theater major and from having to constantly pretend I like Bianka leagues less than I do.
Combing my fingers through Bianka’s hair, I play with the damp curls, enjoying their floral freshness. “We have about an hour before dinner,” I say lightly. “Any thoughts on what you want to do?”
Bianka quirks an eyebrow suggestively, making me laugh.
“Woman, you’re going to kill me one of these days. We’ve had sex four times since we woke up. Wejusthad sex in the shower,” I tease, hooking her chin and lifting it so I can kiss her.
She giggles lightly. “We have to make up for lost time. I mean, I hardly ever get you to myself.”
I hum approvingly, kissing her more deeply. She indulges me for several moments, teasing my lips softly with hers as we enjoy each other. It doesn’t matter how much I get of Bianka. I always want more.
When Bianka leans away again, her expression is thoughtful.
“Yes?” I ask playfully.
“Well, it came up in class yesterday that the masquerade is in a few weeks,” she hedges.
“And you’re worried the boy you like won’t ask you?” I tease.
Bianka scowls at me, teasing me right back, but when her face resumes its perfect calm, I can see the sadness in her eyes.
“What?” I press more sincerely.
She shakes her head and gives me a soft smile. “I just wish we could go together–actuallybetogether. You know?”
I do too. I know Bianka’s really looking forward to it. With a ball put on specifically for the Arts Department, it’s guaranteed to be full of great music and dancing. What I wouldn’t give to twirl Bianka around the dance floor all night.
But, unbeknownst to Bianka, I have actually been thinking about that for months now. “I have an idea,” I say mysteriously, flashing her a grin.
“Oh no. Am I going to like this plan?” she asks skeptically, one eyebrow rising.
I chuckle. “Hey, I come up with great ideas.”
