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.”