Page 185 of My Only

He peeked over his shoulder, grinning. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

I plopped down in the passenger seat, hooking my seatbelt.

“Good morning to you too,” I muttered, rubbing my face.

Then, I frowned.

“Shouldn’t you be a sleepyhead too? Where are we going?”

Hassani smirked. “We need to drop off the RV at its partner location.”

“Drop off the RV?”

“Yeah.”

I stared at him. “We’re not driving back to New York?”

His smirk widened. “We are not driving back to New York.”

I leaned forward, narrowing my eyes. “Hassani, what is going on?”

He laughed.

“It’s a surprise.”

He glanced at me. “Just go back there, do what you do in the bathroom, and be ready to go when we drop off the RV.”

I didn’t move. Still suspicious.

“You trust me, right?” he asked, shooting me a quick glance before refocusing on the road.

“Of course.”

“Then go on and do what I said. Let me maintain the surprise, woman.” He shot another look my way. “Go.”

I snickered as I unhooked my seatbelt and headed to the bathroom.

I went through my routine, and at the end of it, gathered my chunky twists—the ones I twisted yesterday before the movie—into a messy bun.

Rinsing my face with cool water and showering in the RV’s shower stall.

By the time I was done, I heard the RV’s reverse beeper, signaling Hassani was backing up.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I watched him unbuckle and rise from his seat.

“You ready?” he asked.

I smirked. “Ready for what… I don’t know.”

Hassani just grinned.

I was so confused as Hassani and I made our way to the RV rental office, handing over the RV keys.

“We got everything off the RV, right?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I confirmed. “I double-checked before stepping out.”

“Aight, cool.”

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