little closer to Trey to look at the menu in front of him. The second I consume any kind of alcohol, I crave breakfast.
The waitress finally makes her way over. “What can I get you guys to drink?” She smiles at the three of us, her eyes staying on me longer than the guys.
Please just let me eat my food in peace.
Usually I have to call ahead to a restaurant to make sure I have a private table away from everyone else.
“Are you Lani, the model?” she asks, looking at me closer. Trey pushes me back into the seat to push me away from her.
“Yes,” I answer simply.
Her eyes widen. “I thought that was you. I’m a huge fan of yours! Mostly because of my daughter—she’s a plus size gal and she looks up to you.”
This is the kind of fan I love and adore! “It’s nice to meet you. If you want, I can sign something for you for her?” I suggest, and she hands me her server book and I find a new page.
“What’s her name?” I ask.
“Cindy.”
May all of your dreams come true. You’re absolutely perfect the way you are. Never forget that.
Love, Lani.
Then I sign my name at the bottom for her and hand it back to the waitress. When she reads it, she tears up a little. “Thank you so much. I’m so excited to show her!” She takes off with our drink orders.
This little moment completely has made my day. “I think I’m going to tell her I would love to meet her daughter,” I tell the guys just as she comes back.
“Hey, if you want I would love to meet your daughter,” I tell her, and she clutches her chest. “Really? She can come down right now!” She practically jumps up and down.
“Yes!” My heart is happy at the pure happiness on her once very tired face. She runs to the back of the diner and I smile, watching her leave.
“You're a fucking saint,” Trey says, shaking his head at me, but I can see the happiness on his face too.
I shrug my shoulders. “If I can impact her life in any way, I want to do that.”
Trey buries his fingers in my hair once again, playing with the strands and running his fingers along my scalp, soothing me.
Our food comes a few minutes later, and my mouth waters at the smell of the eggs and hash browns. We dig in. Trey’s hand never leaves me, his hand resting on my thigh.
I honestly dread going home tonight, and I really don’t want them to go back to Raleigh, Texas tomorrow when my brother goes home.
“Do you guys fuck each other?” I flat out ask, because that thought has been weighing down on me.
Trey smirks, eyeing Vinny, who licks his lips, staring right back at Trey, who turns to me. “I fuck Vinny.”
Hot damn, I would love to see that. My hands shake as I lift the fork to my mouth. The images in my mind of them fucking are going to drive me absolutely crazy.
“That’s hot.” I bite the inside of my lip, seeing Vinny bent over as Trey… Ahh, I need to stop these thoughts because they’re getting naughtier and naughtier by the second.
The door to the diner swings open, slamming into the window, and a young girl runs inside, looking around the diner before her eyes settle on me. Her hands close around her mouth and I smile at her, encouraging her to walk over.
Trey scoots out of the booth and I walk over to her, “Hi, you’re Cindy?” I ask her, and she nods, star struck as she looks at me with tears in her eyes.
“Yes, that’s me,” she manages to whisper.
“It’s so nice to meet you, honey. You’re such a gorgeous girl.” She really is. She would make a killing in the modeling industry.
Her mouth opens in shock and she touches her chest. “Me?” she whisper-yells, like it’s a big secret.
I laugh, “Yes, you! I bet one day you’ll be more popular than me.” I wink, and her eyes widen in complete shock as I continue to compliment her.
I was her age once, and not fitting the accepted ideal of perfection is hard. “I want to be a plus size model like you. I love how you don’t edit your pictures.”
My poor heart may just burst with this precious girl. “How about this, if you seriously want to pursue this, I’ll give you my manager’s number. He picked me