Page 176 of Vicious Saint
“Hen, is everything okay in there?” Mom jiggles the doorknob, and I spring out of bed.
“I’m fine! Sorry. Just getting dressed.”
“Didn’t you set your alarm?”
I know I did but check my phone anyway, finding my alarm turned off.
Damn you, Letterman.
“Must have glitched! I’ll be right down!”
“Okay, baby. Hurry. Darla prepared a beautiful first day of school breakfast for you guys.”
“Mmm…I’m starving,” a groggy Saint says with a stretch.
“Shut up, you idiot.”
“Who was that?” Mom questions.
“Just a video on TikTok!”
“Hendrix, get off the phone and meet us downstairs. Your sister and brother are probably already there.”
Given my…Saintis currently ambling over in his birthday suit, it’s safe to say he will not be greeting me at the dining room table.
“Okay, I’ll be there in a sec!”
Saint towers me, and I keep deadly still, unsure of how this interaction will go since the ominousgoodbyefeeling is still in my gut.
“Mornin’, Jimi. How’s your ass?” he asks, proceeding to smack it.
Annnd I guess now I know…
“Uggghh! I don’t have time for your crap,” I grumble, then fight a smile as Saint grabs my wrist to pull me to him.
I could try, but there’s no ignoring the morning wood stabbing my abdomen. “What?”
He lifts my chin for a kiss, then walks past me, straight for the bathroom.
It takes me a few seconds of mental recovery before I’m hot on his heels. “No! I have to pee!” I exclaim, and the door gets shut in my face.
“Asshole!”
“Yeah, yeah,” he says, right before the sound of water pouring onto water and a loud fart makes me gag.
“You need to sneak out…hurry up!”
“Can’t rush brilliance, Jimi.”
“We cannot get caught in the same room.”
When Saint chooses silence, I choose smarts and rush to get dressed, thankful I decided on showering before going to bed.
I’m already slipping into my black blazer when he resurfaces from the royal throne.
“Took you long enough.”
Saint shrugs, picking up his shorts. “Needed to drop a dizzle.”
