That writers block hit too hard. By the way y'all like this new cover?
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"K, get up." I groan and turn my head from the sunlight.
"No." I mumble.
A few minutes later something whacks me in the face, "WHAT THE FUCK!" I yell sitting up on the bed. Theo's annoyed face comes into view. His shiny black hair falls perfectly over his forehead. He must've just got out of the shower.
I wonder if he came out in a towel or maybe he air-dried.
"Did you just seriously hit me with a pillow."
"You wouldn't get up." He says nonchalantly and walks to his bed.
"That's not a good enough reason, so I'm going back to sleep." He gives me a death stare. "If you go back to sleep, I swear your ass is gonna have a handprint."
"Mhmm. If you wanted to feel the booty all you had to do was ask." I say walking to the bathroom. I hear him chuckle behind me.
This bathroom is at least cleaner than the last one.
"Hurry up. We're going downstairs to the lobby when you come out."
"You can't rush PERFECTION!" I yell at him.
I don't know why he rushing me. We was on the road forever. I got to wash all the nastiness off.
I decide to leave my curls down for the day, they need some air.
"Finally." He breathes and gets up.
"What? You act like I was in there for an hour or something." I roll my eyes at him.
"Did you just roll your eyes at me?"
No he did not just use that Christian Grey line.
"Who are you? Christian Grey." His nose crinkles up like he's confused. He know what I'm talking about. "Because I can assure you, chains and whips do not excite me."
He doesn't say anything, but he shakes his head at me and opens the door.
He holds the door for me, and I can't help myself, "Thank You.....Christian." I say laughter bubbling out.
He glares at me with so much force, that it makes me laugh even harder.
He scoffs,"What am I gonna do with you." He says and shakes his head.
I force myself to not go where I want with the joke. Erika would've told me to go ahead and say it.
"That reminds me. Where are they?" I ask him.
He cocks an eyebrow at me, like he doesn't know who I'm talking about.
"Erika and Mark. Who else?" I say. He should feel dumb.
His lips purse, "They went to the store to get some things before we go." I nod my head at him.
We're silent for awhile, just looking around at our surroundings.
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