food it is

We lay there, twisted in sheets damp with sweat and sex, staring at the ceiling as if it might offer an answer to how the hell life had landed us here. The sun shone in through the paper-thin curtains, painting stripes over Chelsea 's cheek and the unmatched contour of her breast pressed against my arm. She tasted like sleep and toothpaste and something tart I’d never encountered in another human.

We didn’t talk for a while. It was better that way, both of us cocooned in the illusion we’d wrestled together and made real—even if only for a weekend. When Chelsea finally spoke, it was with her voice pointed at the ceiling, as though afraid what would happen if she aimed it directly at me.

“You think we’ll hate ourselves on Monday?”

I pretended to consider. “Probably. But we don’t have to talk about Monday yet.”

She smirked, then rolled toward me, propping her head on a bent elbow, “we need to get out of this bed and get food, I don’t know how many more rounds our bodies can handle if we keep going at this pace” she laughs. “We could always just order room service and eat naked,” I offered, trailing a finger along her shoulder blade. “Or, you know, never leave this room and subsequently die of dehydration.”

Chelsea snorted. “A noble ****.” She stretched, the apex of her arch vibrating the mattress. “Challenge accepted,” I said, and reached over to pinch her hip, lightly. She sucked in a sharp breath, pretended to bite my hand, then slid out of the bed in one smooth motion Chelsea runs into the connecting room and tells me to get up and get ready, but no peaking”. A smile appears on my face “what are you up to Chelsea ”. Sliding out of bed I make my way towards my bags, grabbing what I need I go into the bathroom. Throwing water on my face to wake me up, I look into the mirror my reflection looking back at me, looks at peace like a weight has been lifted. Chelsea yells out “come see your surprise”. I hurry up throw on my clothes and swing the bathroom door open to see a most beautiful site.

The cute little sundress shaping her body perfectly. The dress was white with tiny flowers, and the thin straps threatened to snap if her tits so much as breathed too deep. She leaned back on the wall, one foot up, bare thigh showing, hair still messy from sleep and probably my hands.

I let out a low whistle. “Fuck. You’re so goddamn beautiful, Chelsea .” Her face turns red in a instant, putting her face down to hide herself blushing she whispers "you think so, James ?" Lifting her chin up staring in her eyes "abso fucking lutely" escapes my lips before I plant my lips on hers. "Now let's go get breakfast while everyone gets jealous of the most beautiful girl on my arm." Chelsea blushes even harder as she wrap's her arm around mine and we head out the door.