Page 145 of Unrivaled Love
And maybe I sell it a little bit with a straining sound like I’m attempting to lift a car.
“Don’t hurt yourself, Killer. Here.” Bryson steps up to the bowl. “This is so weird.” He mumbles as he sets his feet.
I step back and bite my lips between my teeth.
“Do you want me to count you down?” I ask.
“No, I’m just so surprised this bowl is stuck. Like how would this even happen?” He asks as he leans from one side to the other to investigate.
“Beats me. But I need to move it so, can you try?”
“Okay, yeah.” He says and he positions his hands on the side of the bowl.
Adorably he exhales and then POOF! The bowl sails off the counter and sends two cups of pancake mix all over Bryson’s face, chest, and the floor.
The laugh flies out of my mouth and I actually wheeze because I’m not getting enough air.
“You, little.” Bryson says slowly as he blinks away the debris and swipes the flour from his face.
“You’re the one who asked for more fun and laughter.” I throw back at him.
“Don’t be bratty.” He warns as he scoops me up over his shoulder, spanks my ass, and marches us to the bathroom. “You need to clean up the mess you made.”
Still laughing, I respond, “Gladly.”
Chapter 45
Bryson
Demise of a Slap Jack King
Your mom caught me staring at her bedroom last night.
I think I turned 50 shades of red.
So my mom knows we hooked up in her bed.
Great.
It was ;)
Ha it was. We are.
Send pics when you can.
I will.
You need to focus on your game and get your ass to Denver.
I can’t wait. This is going to be the best NYE of your life.
Are you ready for thegameplan?
I was born ready.
Ok, huddle up.
First, when you check into the hotel there will be a bottle of champagne waiting for you in the room. You can enjoy it as you get ready or save it.
