curl up on the bed opposite him. ‘It’s growing on me...’ His face falls and I suddenly feel a little bad for teasing him. ‘I’m kidding! I love it! I absolutely love it. I promise.’
‘Really?’ He looks up hopefully and pulls my legs into his lap.
‘Really!’ Clinking my bottle against his, I let out a yawn and run my toes over the soft sheets. ‘When do your parents get here again?’
‘Tomorrow morning.’ Oliver confirms, taking a gulp of his beer. ‘They’re going to meet us down at breakfast as their flight gets in super early.’
‘Great.’ I reply, mindlessly peeling the label off my bottle. ‘Have you spoken to them at all since we got here?’
Shaking his head, he flicks on the television and starts scrolling through the channels. ‘I have not. I did try and call my dad a few times, but it just rang out.’
He shrugs his shoulders and strips off his t-shirt before climbing under the covers. Finishing my drink, I place the empty bottle on the dressing table and sit up straight.
‘What’s the plan for tomorrow?’ I ask, twisting my hair up out of my face and applying a thick layer of my newly purchased moisturiser.
‘Tomorrow is Rapture Realm.’ Stuffing a pillow behind his back, he lets out a groan and frowns.
‘Back hurting again?’
Nodding in response, he squirms around for a moment before finding a comfortable spot.
‘Are you sure Rapture Realm is a good idea? You don’t want to be going on rollercoasters and throwing your back out… again .’ Giving him a stern stare, I reach into my handbag and toss him some painkillers.
Even though his back has plagued him for months, Oliver refuses to acknowledge that he is getting older. He might still have a full head of chocolate hair and be looking hotter than ever, but whether he likes it or not, things are starting to creak. Popping my head into Noah’s bed, I adjust his covers and plant a kiss on his head. After all his fun in the paddling pool earlier, Noah declared that he loved Orlando, much to his dad’s delight and proceeded to eat the world’s biggest ice cream before falling into a food coma beside his dinosaur.
Leaving him to sleep, I quickly brush my teeth and splash some water on my face. Despite the horrendous downpour earlier, my skin has caught some colour and my cheeks are now a rather embarrassing shade of red. Applying a layer of the after sun that Brittany kindly had sent up to our room, I flick off the light and climb into bed next to Oliver. Realising that he’s already snoring lightly, I snuggle down into my pillow. Our first day in Florida has been somewhat of an adventure in itself and I really can’t wait to see what tomorrow has in store. Here’s hoping that we are in for a smoother ride…
* * *
Peeling open my eyes, I look around the hotel room and try to work out what on earth is causing all the noise. To be woken up this way is wrong on so many levels. A few moments ago I was lost in a heavenly slumber, now I feel like I’ve been tossed off my comfy cloud and thrown into a demolition yard. Pushing myself to my elbows, I rub the sleep out of my eyes and try to bring myself back into the world of the living.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Finally working out that someone is at the door, I stumble out of bed and grab the courtesy dressing gown from the wardrobe.
‘Did you order breakfast to the room last night?’ I grumble to Oliver, who has pulled the sheets up over his head and curled up into a tiny ball.
Taking that as a no , I throw open the door and blink twice in a desperate bid to get my tired eyes to focus.
‘Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!’ The Texan drawl that pierces my ears causes my head to throb instantly.
‘Janie?’ I whisper, flicking on the light and stubbing my toe in the process. Oww!
‘Of course it’s Janie!’ Letting out her familiar blood curdling cackle, she plants a hot pink kiss on my cheek before pushing past me into
‘Really?’ He looks up hopefully and pulls my legs into his lap.
‘Really!’ Clinking my bottle against his, I let out a yawn and run my toes over the soft sheets. ‘When do your parents get here again?’
‘Tomorrow morning.’ Oliver confirms, taking a gulp of his beer. ‘They’re going to meet us down at breakfast as their flight gets in super early.’
‘Great.’ I reply, mindlessly peeling the label off my bottle. ‘Have you spoken to them at all since we got here?’
Shaking his head, he flicks on the television and starts scrolling through the channels. ‘I have not. I did try and call my dad a few times, but it just rang out.’
He shrugs his shoulders and strips off his t-shirt before climbing under the covers. Finishing my drink, I place the empty bottle on the dressing table and sit up straight.
‘What’s the plan for tomorrow?’ I ask, twisting my hair up out of my face and applying a thick layer of my newly purchased moisturiser.
‘Tomorrow is Rapture Realm.’ Stuffing a pillow behind his back, he lets out a groan and frowns.
‘Back hurting again?’
Nodding in response, he squirms around for a moment before finding a comfortable spot.
‘Are you sure Rapture Realm is a good idea? You don’t want to be going on rollercoasters and throwing your back out… again .’ Giving him a stern stare, I reach into my handbag and toss him some painkillers.
Even though his back has plagued him for months, Oliver refuses to acknowledge that he is getting older. He might still have a full head of chocolate hair and be looking hotter than ever, but whether he likes it or not, things are starting to creak. Popping my head into Noah’s bed, I adjust his covers and plant a kiss on his head. After all his fun in the paddling pool earlier, Noah declared that he loved Orlando, much to his dad’s delight and proceeded to eat the world’s biggest ice cream before falling into a food coma beside his dinosaur.
Leaving him to sleep, I quickly brush my teeth and splash some water on my face. Despite the horrendous downpour earlier, my skin has caught some colour and my cheeks are now a rather embarrassing shade of red. Applying a layer of the after sun that Brittany kindly had sent up to our room, I flick off the light and climb into bed next to Oliver. Realising that he’s already snoring lightly, I snuggle down into my pillow. Our first day in Florida has been somewhat of an adventure in itself and I really can’t wait to see what tomorrow has in store. Here’s hoping that we are in for a smoother ride…
* * *
Peeling open my eyes, I look around the hotel room and try to work out what on earth is causing all the noise. To be woken up this way is wrong on so many levels. A few moments ago I was lost in a heavenly slumber, now I feel like I’ve been tossed off my comfy cloud and thrown into a demolition yard. Pushing myself to my elbows, I rub the sleep out of my eyes and try to bring myself back into the world of the living.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Finally working out that someone is at the door, I stumble out of bed and grab the courtesy dressing gown from the wardrobe.
‘Did you order breakfast to the room last night?’ I grumble to Oliver, who has pulled the sheets up over his head and curled up into a tiny ball.
Taking that as a no , I throw open the door and blink twice in a desperate bid to get my tired eyes to focus.
‘Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!’ The Texan drawl that pierces my ears causes my head to throb instantly.
‘Janie?’ I whisper, flicking on the light and stubbing my toe in the process. Oww!
‘Of course it’s Janie!’ Letting out her familiar blood curdling cackle, she plants a hot pink kiss on my cheek before pushing past me into
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