Page 71 of Kylo
“You okay?” Rue asked, sitting cross-legged on the couch in one of the hotel robes and, I hated myself for noticing, nothing else.
She had a fry lifted to her lips, the tip dotted with barbecue sauce, which she claimed was the superior fry condiment.
We’d torn through the food we’d ordered, both ravenous from earlier activities.
We’d ordered the burger and fries, the lasagna, and the steak with mashed potatoes… and split everything. Though she’d take eighty percent of the fries. She needed it more than I did.
There’d been a stark difference between seeing her in a bathing suit this time and last time. In such a small window of time, she’d clearly dropped several pounds, making her ribs jut out more than before.
It didn’t take a genius to know that was because her mental health had taken a nosedive, making her too queasy to eat properly.
You wouldn’t know that looking at her now, though. Not only was she shoveling the food in, but her shoulders were relaxed; that haunted look was no longer in her eyes; her smile was back.
She’d always been gorgeous, but it was even more noticeable right then, with her hair air-drying, her face a little sun-kissed, and a bit of barbecue sauce gleaming at the corner of her lips that I wanted to lean forward and kiss away.
I forced myself to stay in my seat on the other couch, though, not wanting to make shit any worse.
Her tongue flicked out to lick it away, making my cock twitch at the memory of that tongue circling around my head after she’d fuckingcrawledto me.
I couldn’t have known how hot that would be until I was witnessing it.
“Yeah,” I said, clearing my throat. “Why?”
“You looked a little sad,” she admitted. “Which should be impossible when Dr. Frank N. Furter is on the TV,” she said, waving toward the television with her fry. On the screen,The Time Warpwas playing over the end credits.
“I’m still confused by this movie.”
“What’s confusing?”
“So, he’s an alien, doctor, cross-dresser, bisexual, murdering cannibal?”
“I mean, you missed out the whole stitching-a-guy-together-to-become-his-plaything part, but yes.”
“And you want to see this… live?” I asked, not entirely sure how such a thing would be possible.
“It’s not like a play,” she explained. “There are real actors who do audience participation while the movie plays. Which is a complete nightmare but I figure if I sit far enough back, I can avoid being chosen.”
I’d tried to find a localRocky Horror Picture Showlive performance but hadn’t had much luck, so I had to settle for renting the movie.
She’d been just as thrilled, honestly. So it was a win. Even if I couldn’t sing along with her. I did let her teach me how to doThe Time Warp, though. But I’d die before I let my club brothers know that little tidbit.
“So you’re really into live performances.”
“I haven’t been to as many as I want to. I mean, it’s not like we’re close to Broadway all the way down here. But it’s definitely on my list. I’d love to go up to New York for like a week and see all the shows I’ve been meaning to.”
“That sounds like a great idea.”
“But that was in no way me saying it is okay for you to set up something like that,” she said, giving me a look she probably hoped would be stern, but it just came off as cute as fuck instead.
“Why not?” I asked, knowing full well that in a matter of a few hours she would want nothing to do with me ever again.
“Because this probably already cost an absolute fortune.”
“Nah. Teddy is a generous guy.” I mean, I’d paid for the food, spa treatments, and tips, but the room itself was free of charge, since no one had it booked anyway.
“He sounds it. I have to get his address from you or something, so I can thank him for the room. And the use of his house, boat, parasailing equipment, and personal driver.”
“I can give you that,” I said, though I was pretty sure Teddy was still planning to reach out about plants personally in the near future.
