vacay central up in here.
“How can you eat like this and look like that? I mean, you clearly don’t work out, so…”
I think there was a compliment in there. Somewhere. Very, very, deep in there.
I put a hand on my hip, and even though I was stuffed, shoved a grape in my mouth. “First of all, I have a fast metabolism. Secondly, I do yoga, which is a very relaxed way of working out that doesn’t build too much muscle, and I’m totally good at it.”
Okay, full disclosure, I did Yoga like once a month, and mostly just so I could post poses online.
“Are you really? Totally?” He smirked.
Fucker with the sarcasm again. I should never have taught him that.
Before I could retort, he yawned. “I’m tired. I couldn’t sleep on the plane because someone next to me was snoring the entire flight.” He pinned me with a glare.
I did NOT snore.
With that, he stood and walked back to the bedroom. “Wait, shouldn't we clean up? It looks like a raccoon has torn the kitchen apart.” I started to pick up some of the cheese crumbles when I felt that yank at my gut, pulling me to him.
“She’s getting my blood. I’m not cleaning up a damn thing.”
#CockyMuch
Running after him so I didn’t get a hernia, we closed ourselves inside the barn door and stood there looking at the bed.
“I’m not sleeping on the floor. It’s too hard. You can if you want,” he declared and dropped into bed.
My mouth popped open. I wasn’t sleeping on some cold-ass tile floor either!
I dropped in next to him, sticking my heel into his back to move him over, but he didn’t budge.
“You’re taking up the entire bed!” I shoved harder. His eyes flicked up the length of my thigh. “I haven’t been with a woman in a thousand years. You should probably take the couch.”
My foot stilled midair and my throat went dry.
Oh.
There was a couch at the end of the bed, small like a chaise lounge, more for reading, but it would do. And now I couldn’t stop playing his words in my head.
A thousand years without sex … he must be ready to burst. Then I had the stupid and irrational thought of why he hadn’t propositioned me yet. I mean, I was a prostitute—in his mind.
I probably wasn’t his type though.
#TooHot #HeCouldn’tHandleThis
Pulling my foot from his back, I walked over to the couch and slid onto it. We were on the edge of the distance we could be apart, but I managed to ignore the tension in my body, because I was so tired.
Closing my eyes, I let the exhaustion of the travel day settle into me.
Once we got this weapon, I was dragging his ass back to Cali and picking up extra shifts at the Crab Shack to be able to feed my new two-hundred-pound giant baby.
And with that thought I fell asleep.
I was awoken to a vigorous shaking. Cronus was in my face.
“You’ve brought chaos to my beautiful island!” Narida was shouting again. Bitch might look young, but she was a cranky old woman on the inside.
I bolted upright and realized it was dark out. Had we slept all day? Freaking jet lag. I had no idea what year it was right now; my soul was still trying to find my body.
“Get dressed,” Cronus snapped at me.
I scrambled to pull shorts out of my backpack, and slipped them on.
“What’s happening?” I felt drugged, I was so tired.
“Can you tie up your hair? The gods from before will remember it,” he said.
My hair? Crap.
I pulled a baseball hat that said Vacation Mode On from my bag and shoved my hair up into a top knot, sliding it over.
“You need to leave before they destroy my beautiful house!” Narida pushed.
It was then that I noticed the shaking.
My eyes widened. “Earthquake!” I put my head between my knees and took cover. We had earthquakes all the time back in Cali. But this was a big one.
Cronus lifted me up by the armpit. “Not an Earthquake. Zeus.”
My mouth went dry. “Zeus. The god of thunder. Your maybe son. He’s here?”
Ignoring me, Cronus dragged me down the hall and into a little room full of tinctures and powders. On a table was a wicked-looking blade. “I can give you a five-minute head start,” Narida said, sounding as pissed off as before, but not quite shouting. “But you need to get the hell off my island.”
Staring at the weapon, we both ignored her.