Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Ice cream. Chocolate sauce. Strawberries. Banana. Sprinkles. And a whole lot of other so-bad-it’s-good-for-you crap.
I haven’t vomited for four and a half hours, which, in my meager opinion, gives me free range to devour this calorie-laden beauty in front of me.
And if it comes back up later, then at least I got to enjoy it.
I fill my mouth full of the goodness and close my eyes. I hum low, licking the sauce off the spoon appreciatively.
Dayton laughs. “Do you need a room, Liv?”
I half-groan, half-moan, and look at her. “You have no idea how good this tastes after two days of plain pasta and toast!”
And heartbreak. And crying. And despondent staring into space.
Oh, shit. Someone build me a bridge so I can get over it already.
This is Day’s weekend. It’s about her. And my ice cream. Oh, crap. The ice cream.
“Seriously. If there were such a thing as snogging ice cream, you’d be doing that right now,” Tessa muses. “It’s both intriguing and horrifying at the same time.”
“No.” I shake my head. “Horrifying was you getting the wax earlier. No, I take it back. Your scream while getting the wax earlier was horrifying.”
“So I’m a Brazilian virgin. Shoot me.”
“How did you…you know.” Day waves her hand.
“Seriously. The ex-call girl can’t say ‘shave your pubic hair’?” I raise my eyebrows.
She shoots me a look. “Fine. Tessa, tell me. How did you keep your vajayjay pretty before today?”
I grin when Tessa spits out her drink.
“I shaved,” she answers.
“Oh, effort.” I muse. “Not to mention time consuming. Plus, those little cuts? Why are they always on the inside?”
We all contemplate this for a moment. No, seriously. We do.
“Well, it doesn’t hurt as much as waxing,” she reasons. “So I guess it’s worth it.”
“Ahh,” Day interrupts, waving her own spoon around. “But you won’t have to get it done again for around six weeks. If you’d shaved, you’d be in the bathroom with your leg on the side of the bath in an awkward sex position with your fingers pulling your lady parts in ways that only a man should.”
“For someone who swears by wax, that was an awfully accurate description.”
Day shrugs. “We were all wax virgins once. Except my aunt pinned me down while we stood by and kind of laughed at you.”
I snort, licking my spoon again. “Kind of? If I were at the other end of this pregnancy, I would have given birth I laughed so freakin’ hard.”
Tessa flicks some sprinkles at me. “It’s always nice to know the mother of your future niece or nephew has your back.”
“Don’t anger the hormones. They’re evil.”
“So I hear,” a smooth male voice says behind us.
I stand and spin. “The hell do you think you’re doing here, Stone?”
Aaron grins playfully. “Our plane got…lost.”
“Lost? Despite the fact we’re farther south than your destination, hmm?”
“Air traffic control messed up the coordinates,” he tries again. “We ended up in L.A. What were we supposed to do?” He holds his arms out to the sides, but his words are what have caught me.
He holds his arms out to the sides, but his words are what have caught me.
“We? You mean—oh shit. No.” I drop my spoon in my sundae glass. “I’m done. Someone take me to the airport.”
“Liv,” Day says, standing.
“Easy.” Aaron gently grabs my arm. “He doesn’t know what room you’re in and every member of staff has been told if they tell him, they’re fired.”
I narrow my eyes and look up at him. “Why would you do that?”
“Because this weekend is about me and Day, not you two. Besides,” he adds, “you’re impulsive but not irrational. You wouldn’t have broken up with him if you didn’t feel like it was the right thing to do.”
“We’re not…broken up. We’re on a temporary break.” The words sound flat even to me. Like I’m trying to convince myself more than him.
“Yeah?” He leans in. “Then you should probably tell my cousin that, because today was the first time I ever saw him cry.”
My mouth feels like it got in a fight with a desert and lost.
“He did what?” I whisper scratchily.
“He protested an allergy for a while before finally disappearing into the bedroom for the remainder of the flight. When he came out, no one but me would have been able to tell.”
I swallow, the lump in my throat suddenly too big, too painful. “Why are you telling me this? Why are you making a weekend for you about me?”
“Because he’s integral to my happiness the way you are to Day’s. He’s in room 1583. If you wanted to continue the conversation you began yesterday.”
I take my arm away from him and look him in the eye. “I don’t. And you shouldn’t even be here to give me the opportunity.”
“Touché. I’ll still make sure he doesn’t find out your room number.”