Page 111 of Holding You
I nod. “Milkshakes?”
“Yesss.”
For the next three hours, once we change into day clothes, Ruby and I eat, overdose on sweet treats, and walk the Strip.
She’s a completely different woman than the one back home, and truth be told, I’m into them both. But this version of Ruby lets me kiss her anytime I want.
The text messagesstart about twenty minutes before we are supposed to meet everyone downstairs.
Luca:
Shay isn’t feeling well. We are staying in.
Hudson:
Sadie and I were just talking about how neither of us feel very well. I think we are, too.
Miles:
Thank God you all mentioned it first. I didn’t want to be the one to bail. This is Vegas after all. Who gets sick in Vegas?
Linc:
Was it the all-you-can-eat fish breakfast bar?
Declan:
When did you eat that?
Hudson:
While you and Ruby were still sleeping.
Dutton:
It had to be. It’s why we're all sick right now.
Declan:
I’m not sick.
A string of middle finger emojis takes over, so I set my phone down.
“How does this look?” Ruby says, stepping out of the bathroom in nothing but her red thong, matching bra, and black heels. Her makeup is done, and her hair is pulled up high with some pieces falling down around her face. “Too much?”
I nod and move toward her.
“Way too much. Take it off. All of it.”
I reach for her, but she laughs, pushing me away with a hand to my chest.
“Nope. Stop. We will never make it out of this room if you keep this up.”
Which is exactly why we spent the day away from the room. I had the same thought.
I put both hands on her hips and pull her to me, kissing down her neck.
“It’s a good thing that the rest of the group has food poisoning and is staying in for the night, leaving us to do whatever we want.”
