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Coco rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, jutting her hip out, too. Clearly, she was daring me to see things her way. I was not going to be doing that. I was perfectly content with leaving the spa early. I’d had my fun, if you could call it that, and I was done. “You’d feel differently if you got one,” Coco retorted.
“Yeah, come on,” Sophie insisted, full-on whining at this point. “Get your butt up when the time comes and go with us into the mud bath.”
Sadly that time was coming quickly—too quickly.
Sophie finally caved. “Fine, be that way. But just know you’re missing out on a memory with your sister to do, what, exactly?” She arched a brow and waited for my answer.
I crossed my arms, acting indignant now, too. “I don’t know,” I admitted. Then I remembered I could do anything I wanted, even if that meant just reading a book or taking a nap in the time it took them to stew in mud. “Maybe I’ll take a real bath, you know, one with soap. Maybe I won’t, but don’t you worry about me, I plan on having fun,” I said. “By myself,” I added for good measure. I’d finish relaxing on my own, my own way, I decided. I even had a playlist on Spotify for chill music. Hello, it was right there in the title—chill.
“Clearly, we’re not going to convince you,” Coco said.
I shook my head, knowing if I was leaving, I had to make my escape now before they came to get us to move us. “Since you brought it up, I guess I can’t hide it anymore so why bother? I’m definitely not interested and will be bailing, but you guys go, have fun.”
Sophie grabbed her robe and pulled at the ties around her waist, flinging them around. “Be warned, you just used your one bail card. Next thing we do, you’re in. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.”
I held up my hand and solemnly swore. “I promise to leave my butt out of it,” I said, giggling over my own bad joke.
As the attendant walked in to get them, ushering them to the next stop, I stayed behind, making my excuses. It was to the locker room for me, so I could get dressed and get out of this place.
The whole way back to the rooms, I couldn’t help but think how Daphne kept getting out of things. It was because she found a man and was having fun of her own, I decided. That, they could excuse, but me having my own opinions, that was a crime?
I slipped into my room and the door closed behind me. I exhaled and looked around. I was fun, right, like Daphne? Maybe not in the same way, but in my own way. After all, I just took surfing lessons with a man who once saw me naked. And the fling was practically a secret, until this week. I mean, I had never told anyone about it, and I wasn’t sure he did, either. That made it pretty much the definition of fun—nefarious acts no one knew about—right?
I didn’t need to slide into a mud bath to have fun, or even to relax for that matter. I lasted all day, for crying out loud, so why did one little session make a difference? Besides, it suddenly dawned on me, I was alone in this great big—okay, medium-sized—room. I could do anything I wanted and that was pretty fun to me.
But what would I do, I wondered, sinking down on the soft bed. I had at least an hour, if not more time to spare. Daphne certainly wasn’t coming around anytime soon, so what to do, I pondered.
I needed to do something fun, no doubt about it—that’d show them.
Sex with another stranger? No, I shook my head, been there, done that. Besides, Daphne seemed to be having enough sex this trip for all of us.
But it worked out so well last time.
No, absolutely not. I shook my head, pushing aside all thoughts of the last time I had mind-blowing sex with Lance.
I reached for my phone beside me, turned up the volume and clicked into my “Feel Good Summer Songs” playlist to drown out my memories. Even the title promised I’d feel good. It was fun and gave the perfect vibes.
See, I was fun.
I hit shuffle and brought the phone to the bathroom counter with the music playing as I rifled through Soph’s overnight bag. There had to be stuff in here I could play with, continuing my own version of a spa day, sans mud.
Then I found it.
Leaving my shorts and shirt on, I sat on the top of the toilet and put my foot out in front of me with the overnight bag open on the floor in front of the shower. I pulled out the small box of wax strips and decided I’d go for it. I was never one for waxing my legs, much rather preferred shaving them, but Sophie insisted that it got to the root of the hairs and was necessary for bikini legs—whatever the heck those were.
I moved to the beat of “Hot Stuff” by Donna Summer & Kygo as I started taking the strips out one by one. I hadn’t waxed my legs since I was in high school, but how bad could it be? It wasn’t like there was a forest down there, either. I had shaved recently. This would just give me super smooth legs, right?
But before I could get one on, I heard a knock on the door. No, I shook my head. I must’ve heard wrong. Everyone who was out had a key.
The song switched to “Be My Lover” by La Bouche and I immediately screeched. I loved this song! “Take a chance, my love is like no other,” I started singing along, practically shouting the lyrics. But when I took a break at a part I couldn’t quite remember, there was that knocking sound again.
Figured, even when I tried to have a good time, someone had to go and ruin it.
I groaned and got up, pushing the strips and bag aside. It was much too late for housekeeping. “It must be Daphne. She must’ve forgotten her key,” I predicted aloud. “Coming!” I shouted when she didn’t relent.
Geez, what was wrong with her? I’d never seen her have a fire up her butt before, so what was the difference now?
I didn’t even have time to shut the music off, just went to the door and opened it. Immediately turning around to let her in, I walked back into the room with the door open. “What? What’s going on?” I asked, feeling my own sense of impatience after she interrupted me.
