Page 123 of Connectio
“I’m nnnot a flower,” I assure him.
He chuckles. “Glad to know.”
“I’m Libby.”
“Yes, you are.”
My head falls back, and I wonder where my body has gone. I hope it comes back. I like my body.
“You need a hand getting her to your room?” Bryce asks.
“Nup. I got it.” He swings me around.
“I’m flying.”
“Have fun,” Alexis says.
We fly around the hotel until I float onto a cloud.
“I li—ike this cloud. This cloud is myyy friend.”
He chuckles. “I can tell.”
Will undoes my sneakers and jeans then tugs them off.
“You f-found my body.”
He kisses my leg. “I never lost it.”
“Do m-myyy feet smell?”
“Yes.”
I cry. “They’re bad feet.”
“They’re not. Feet are supposed to smell.”
“You smell.”
The cloud moves and my blouse opens itself and flies away.
“Do I just?”
“Yesss, you smell like a yummy tree.”
He sniffs. “A yummy tree?”
“Yes, nom nom nom.” I pretend I’m the Cookie Monster. “Me love cookie. Nom nom nom. I want to eat you.”
Will bursts into laughter. “The feeling is mutual, sweetheart.”
I try to bite him, but he’s not there.
“You need to open your eyes to eat.”
“They are open.”
He touches my face. “You’re cute as fuck when you’re drunk.”
