Page 28 of Sage

“Maybe.” Hans looked toward the window. “Wherever the wind blows me, or maybe it’s time to hang up the badge and move on to something new and exciting.”

They spent the rest of the evening discussing and making plans. Marcy had chosen to return home by train and was able to secure a second ticket. With luck on their side, the seat was even next to hers. She would have her car delivered within the next week.

“I can’t wait!” Sage was excited to go on her new adventure.

“Could these beds be any more dense?” Hans interrupted the moment with his annoyance and for a brief moment, he regretted agreeing to have an overnight with the girls when he had a comfy bed back home.

“With Charles out of the picture, why didn’t we just go ahead and crash at your place, Hans?” Sage questioned.

“Uh, that would be on me.” Marcy saved Hans from being put through the wringer. “I had already booked the room and it was too late to cancel.” The same look of worry returned to Marcy’s face, catching Hans’ attention. He picked off a piece of pineapple and threw it at Marcy, hitting her in the cheek. He watched it fall off leaving a speck of pizza sauce on her. “What the fuck, Hans?”

Sage got up and rushed over, tackling Marcy onto the bed and pinning her down so she could lick the sauce off of her cheek before leaning in and kissing her. “He was secretly working forme so I could come over and do this…” Sage pressed herself into Marcy and went in to kiss her again, lightly placing her lips against Marcy’s, before she nipped at her lower lip.

Marcy’s eyes got wide. “And what do you think you are doing?”

“What I’ve been wanting to do since we woke up this morning and were rudely interrupted,” Sage said confidently.

“Secretly that’s why she actually killed him,” Hans poked fun. “He cock-blocked her.”

Marcy chuckled, she couldn’t believe Hans was picking this moment to start cracking jokes. “If you’re not careful, mister, you’ll be next.”

Hans got up and started to head to the door of the hotel room.

“Wait.” Sage sat back and Marcy pushed up to her elbows. “You don’t have to leave.”

Hans reached into his pocket, pulling out his vape and waved it at the women. “Non-smoking room.”

“Pssh, no one would even know.” Marcy scoffed at his ridiculous timing for deciding to leave.

“They probably have sensors installed in here, Marcy.” Hans was just searching for any excuse at this point to give Marcy and Sage a few moments to themselves.

“Yeah okay, because you’re really worried about that,” Sage knew him all too well.

Hans shrugged. “I don’t want to risk Marcy getting charged any extra, be back soon.” He slipped out the door before either of them could interject with another comment that wouldn’t let him escape.

Chapter Nineteen

There Are No Rules

After a few hits of his vape, Hans had gotten his fix and returned to the room. Walking down the quiet and dimly lit hallway he could hear moans echoing through the hall coming from the room that he was casually strolling toward. He stuck his hands in his pockets and smiled as he got closer to the room, before awkwardly pacing back and forth debating whether he should just walk in or knock to give them a heads-up. Hans paused, facing the door and started nervously bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet before finally deciding to knock.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Hans could hear Sage and Marcy scrambling around, giggling like they had just been caught doing something they shouldn’t be. The pitter-patter of footsteps came to the door and he could tell that Sage was eyeing him through the lens of the peephole.

The door opened slowly.

“Hans? Did you forget your key?” Sage pouted at him, seeming disappointed that he had interrupted the fun that she and Marcy were having.

“I did not,” he stated matter-of-factly. “I simply didn’t want to intrude.”

“So… you interrupted and cock-blocked us basically.” Marcy couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“Hey,” he put his hands up, “don’t kill me, too. I just wasn’t thinking clearly.”

“Did you go out there and hit on something that wasn’t your vape?” They laughed.

Hans kicked off his shoes and crawled into the bed opposite of where Sage and Marcy had been enjoying each other. “Please, continue,” he offered. “Don’t let me ruin your fun.” He grabbed his phone, scrolling his social media, while taking note that across the room Sage and Marcy were sharing secrets and seemingly plotting against him. He pretended to ignore them but after a couple of minutes he realized it was going to be harder now that they had joined him in his bed.

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