HONEY. . . besson

𝟎𝟏𝟑: 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲

🍯- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ honey ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌🍯

PANIC RAN through honey, her clammy hands stopping her from being able to hold her phone in a tight enough hold. two times already she's dropped her phone, and it didn't seem that she was going to be able to keep a hold on it yet.

it was the beginning of her aunties birthday week getaway, and honey was no where near excited. for a whole seven days, she would be stuck inside a cabin with her auntie. which meant being stuck with bethany and adam for a week.

on the bright side, honey would have her own family, especially liliana- who said she would make it her mission to kill bethany this week. surprisingly, jonah said he would help, as he too was invited this week.

what was even better, was corbyn. if she had to suffer through seeing her cousin and ex-boyfriend together, then she could suffer with corbyn.

he was supposed to be picking her and liliana up, with jonah- the four of them carpooling together to the cabins, whilst the rest of the matthew's families taking different cars.

"honora!"

at the mention of her government name, honey sighed, pushing herself off her bed, walking into the corridor. not seeing her sister in the corridor, she leaned over the bannister, seeing the familiar shade of blonde to her own, looking up at her.

"yes liliana?" her sister smiled at honeys teasing tone. she pointed to the front door, which honey noticed was wide open. "shit are they here?"

"they just pulled up, do you need help getting your suitcase down?"

honey shook her head, pushing her hands off the bannister, "no I'll be fine. be down in a minute!"

"okay!" liliana's words faded as honey walked back into her room. mess covered her room, clothes flown everywhere the last two hours, honey having no idea what to pack for this week.

"green or yellow?" honey mumbled, kneeling down, picking up both bikini tops. this was one of the last few things she had to pack. she knew she left it last minute, considering the three downstairs were waiting for her. but honey didn't care- she will gladly admit to being slow with packing,

choosing what bikinis to take, was a crucial decision.

"green."

"ah! fuck me!" honey fell back, colliding with the floor. luckily for her, the rug underneath her, cushioned the fall. she turned her head, seeing a smirking corbyn leaning against the door frame, legs and arms crossed.

"been there done that." he said, pushing off the wall. "but you know I'll gladly do it again." honey scoffed, turning her head after seeing him throw her a wink. even though she turned her back to him, his presence still hung over her, even more so when she felt his legs either side of her.

"but if you pack the green one- then i definitely won't be able to hold myself back."

"oh go away you horn dog- go take a cold shower!" honey exclaimed, shunting her elbow, a grunt behind her telling her she was successfully with her contact.

"maybe i should pack the yellow one then- you know, to help your self-control."

"doesn't matter what bikini you wear honey, it'll be on the floor either way."