Page 80 of Sparks Fly
My hands rub up and down her back. “This isn’t goodbye.” My voice trembles.
“No, babes.” She pulls back and smiles at me. “It’s just asee you later.” She winks.
“Oh man.” Nora sighs. “You guys have got me right in my feels.” She stands up and wraps her arms around the both of us.
Settled back at the penthouse,we’re in our pjs and all snuggled under a duvet whilst watching Pretty Woman.
“God, I love this film,” Rue admits, stuffing her hand into the pot of popcorn.
“Me too.” I sigh.
“Me three. Edward is one fine looking man.” Rue and I look at Nora.
“What? I may or may not like an older man.” She shrugs as she eats a mouthful of crisps.
“So does Anaïs,” Rue snipes and my mouth drops open.
“Not necessarily, it was just a moment of weakness, a blip… a little slip down what could have been an extremely slippery slope.”
“Creed is very hot though.” Rue throws another mouthful of popcorn into her mouth. “I’m not even hungry yet I can’t stop eating.” She shakes her head in disgust.
“Fuck it.” I shrug, grabbing my own handful. “And yes, Creed is hot. But too hot to touch. Not worth the risk or the fallout.”
“Why would there be fallout?” Rue asks, turning to look at me.
“Because he is Royce’s dad, and it would just get messy.” I sigh.
“Fuck Royce, he broke up with you. Whom you date is none of his concern.” Nora reaches for her water and takes a large gulp.
“Unless it’s his dad, and then it is his concern, isn’t it?”
“I don’t think so.” Nora shakes her head.
“Anyway, enough about Creed. What about you, Nora, have you met anyone recently? Rue, any men caught your eye here in Monaco?” I aim the questions away from me.
“Zilch,” Rue grumbles and Nora stares at me as if I should know the answer.
“I was only asking.” I aim my answer at her.
She rolls her eyes.
“Slim pickings.”
“Oh well, at least we’re all single.” I shrug and sip on my drink.
“Now we all just need to find billionaires.” Rue sighs.
“Let’s drink to that.” I hold my glass out for them all to clink.
“Cheers,” we all say in unison and snuggle down to watch the film.
It really is the perfect evening.
I’mthe first to wake. Tiptoeing out my bedroom, I leave Rue and Nora still sleeping. I get the coffee pot on and start plating up the pastries.
Nora is next, yawning and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Morning.” She smiles at me, tiredness still lacing her voice.
“Sleep okay?” I ask as I twist and pop the fresh fruit on the breakfast bar, next to the pastries.
