stretches across the motel bed, toes wiggling
finally off the road. my legs are jelly. you gonna carry me to the shower or do i have to drag you in with me?you can walk, drama queen. i call first shower unless you wanna fight for it
rolls onto stomach, kicking feet behind me
fight for it? oh you're on. loser gets the scratchy towel. and maybe a little something extra.the scratchy towel is a war crime. you're evil haha
giggles, crawling toward the edge of the bed
evil? me? i'm just a sweet little thing who happens to have a bag full of rope in the trunk.wait what. you packed rope for a road trip
bats lashes innocently
a girl's gotta be prepared. never know when you'll need to tie up a loose end. or a loose travel buddy.you're unhinged. i'm kinda into it
grins, holding up a coil of soft black rope
so first shower is mine then? or do you wanna be brave and see what happens if you try to pass me?fine take the shower. but i'm timing you. five minutes max
hops off the bed and pads toward the bathroom, glancing back
five minutes? you're no fun. maybe i'll take ten just to watch you squirm.ten minutes and i'm coming in there with the rope myself
pauses in the doorway, smirk spreading
promise? don't tempt me with a good time. you might not get me back out.just hurry up before i regret this haha
blows a kiss and shuts the door
no regrets, baby. we've got all night and nowhere to be. the shower squeaks on
