Viridescent Flares

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Lauren pinned me on the wall once we knew what we were up to. Her hands were planted on either side of my head as our centers were tightly pressed against each other. The elevator was too hot and I didn't know if it was normal or the alcohol we drank earlier added the heat here. Lauren's lips found mine again and this time, the kiss was sloppier and even rougher. I kept up though, as my hands were all over her body. She was still on her Hawaiian costume, which made it easier for me to touch her bare skin. I would've taken her top off it it wasn't for the surveillance camera inside the elevator so I settled on scratching her back. Once the elevator stopped, I immediately hooked my hands under Lauren's thighs and effortlessly lifted her up with her arms around my neck.

Our tongues were battling the entire walk to our room. I balanced her body between the door and me as I took the keycard out of my back pocket, our mouths never leaving each other. Having Lauren clung onto me, I managed to open the door for us and I shut it closed as soon as we got in. I pushed her back against the foor and bit her lip, sucking on it before releasing the soft skin with a pop.

I leaned down to capture her neck in my mouth, leaving openmouthed kisses from her pulse point to her collarbone. I suckled on her throat and nipped at it, earning a guttural moan from the other girl. Her fingers massaged my scalp as I continued leaving my mark on her smooth alabaster skin, her soft whimpers sounding music to my ear. I was strong enough to hold onto her like this throughout the whole night but I thought about her back getting hurt so I spun around. Lauren muffled a squeal as I kept attacking her neck, reaching the hollow base of her skull before throwing her on the bed.

I was just about to pull my shirt off when I noticed our surroundings for the first time. The room was dimly lit as if it was planned for this special occasion. There were rose petals everywhere, from the floor to the bed and a few candles scattered on the surfaces of the room. This is how exactly I pictured it in my mind and I furrowed my brows at the girl despite my racing heart.

"I asked Dinah and Normani to get this ready for us," she said, propping herself up in her elbows before brushing a hand up to her hair.

"They did a good job then," I replied shortly, taking my shirt off. I threw it across the room but suddenly remembered something. "Are you sure they didn't place cameras here?"

She seemed to think about it and shrugged. "I-I don't know."

"You always have to be prepared for Dinah's ways," I said, walking towards the dresser and checking inside.

When there was nothing, I tiptoed to see the top and luckily, there's none, too. I went to our suitcases next, rummaging for a while but I was still empty handed. I checked the curtains and windowpanes, probably looking like an idiotic spy in a movie.

"Babe, you're too paranoid," Lauren said before laughing but I kept my pace towards the nightstand.

"Would you want sex tapes of us playing around the globe?" I asked, opening the drawer and my brows knitting suspiciously. "What the fuck is this?"

I took the box in with a pink shiny ribbon, sitting on the bed as I felt Lauren's presence behind me. There was a card stuck on it and I scanned my eyes over the familiar handwriting.