Jenette 2

II

"I knew it was hot but I didn't know it was this hot," I said opening our checked in room. It was vast, larger than I booked for.

"Did you change my reservations Will?"

"Oh don't pull out the Will card. This is how I like to live

"Why do you insist on pissing me off?" Q grabbed my face and stared at me long enough to break my poker pout. It had become increasingly weak with him around because firstly, if I did say so myself, Q was extremely attractive and it was hard to stay mad at him even though I could give Squidward Tentacles a run for his money on my level of grumpiness.

"You're quite cute when you're angry," he said as I pushed him off. I opened my laptop again and checked on the location of my brother. He was an hour away from here and was skate boarding from school to his home. I was quite impressed with how independent he was. He had left his foster home, worked in a restaurant to get pocket money, was on scholarship and lived in his school mate's basement. At least we could bond over our hatred for foster homes.

"Can you close the laptop for me," Q whispered and engulfed me in a hug from behind. "You bring work with you all the time," I felt trails of kisses from behind my ears down my neck. Q really did have a way with me and it was scary. I melted at every word, every look, every touch, every kiss and chastised myself because it wouldn't last forever. It was a stupid honeymoon phase and we'll grow out of it but it didn't stop the goose bumps or the butterflies in my stomach.

"Will, this is my brother we're talking about, it's not work to me," I bit back a moan and felt a smirk forming on his face at the nape of my neck.

"Yeah but what's the worst that could happen in the span of twenty four hours. He breaks his skateboard? Just relax and we'll talk to him tomorrow'" He inched for the laptop and slowly closed it with me resisting the urge to check it again.

"You're probably right," I said as he tugged from sitting to lying with him on the bed.

"Say you're right, William Bart the third,"

"I'm not saying that," He flipped me over and was about to pin my hands at my side.

"White flag, White flag," I screamed. I could tackle him easy and probably fling him at the wall for good measure but I didn't.

I could tackle him -but for different reasons though.

"Jenette stop hitting on my boyfriend," I muttered to myself.

"What was that babe? I didn't hear you,"

"It's nothing. Room service for dinner?"