Cherry Mountains

(V) The Purple Premiere

     I didn't remember voluntarily bringing myself there, but when I woke up, I was in Prince's arms. My face was against his neck and I was inhaling the heavenly scent of him. It was sweet, and I spent seconds trying to identify it. Vanilla? Lavender? Cherry?

"You awake?"

I guess my caressing fingers gave me away. They were on the skin of his back. "Mm-hm."

"Did you look in the drawer?"

My nose was tickled by the vibrations on his throat. "Yes." I gently pulled away to meet his eyes. "Thank you."

He smiled.

"Are you hungry?" I slid my hand around his waist and palmed his concrete abs.

"A little," he answered.

"You're starving. You hardly eat." I gathered that much from our phone chats. "I'll make you something."

"I have nothing here for you to cook."

My scalp tingled from his stroking digits in my hair.

"Are you gonna come tonight?"

I slowly shut my eyes and lifted the corners of my lips. "If you're good enough."

Prince's hand froze.

I looked at him and laughed. Then his hand flew from my hair and went straight to my ass.

"Ow!" I screamed, at the big sting he gave my backside.

"Don't be fresh, young lady."

Still laughing, I rolled out of his arms to other end of the bed.

"Where are you going, cutie?"

I sat up and winced at the soreness tinged on my muscles.

Prince tugged at the bottom of my borrowed shirt. And I slapped his hand away. "My body hurts."

"You want me to make it feel better?"

My chin touched my shoulder as I looked at him. "Don't be fresh, Mr. Princington." I moved slowly off the bed. I guess all the random dancing I did didn't consider me fit. I felt like I'd been hit by an eighteen wheeler.

"Princington?"

I stopped right in the middle of the bathroom doorway. "What?"

Prince was smiling. "Kat calls me Princetopher."

It was so weird hearing him speak her name. During our calls, she was Kat-fight, Kitten, Wild Kat, and some other not-so-nice words.

...

After freshening up in the bathroom, I called and made an order for breakfast. It came quickly—our rumbling tummies were thankful.

There were couches and chairs, but Prince and I sat cross-legged on the floor from across each other.

I cut my fork into my omelet. "What time do you have to get ready?" I was surprised to see flat slippers hugging his little feet.

"Supposed to be now."

I questioned his sincerity with my eyes.

"I told Chick not to let anyone over here until I'm ready."

My eyebrows jumped as I took my first bite.

"I don't like people watching me eat."

I laughed. "Are you gonna pay for my cab home?"