Page 33 of Real Forever
“Holy fuck.” Madison snatched the card from hand and playfully hip-checked him out of the way. She steadied her very dizzy self against the door frame and exhaled, dragging the card across the sensor box. Green light. The door lock clicked, and Madison plunged the handle open before it timed out. She opened the door with a smug flourish, and Jake smirked back at her.
They barreled into the room, bumping into the unnecessary entrance table positioned right next to the door. Madison fumbled with the buttons on Jake’s shirt as he tried to kick off his shoes.
“Shit. One sec,” he interrupted to reach down and untie his shoes, losing his balance. Madison erupted in a fit of giggles as he fell over backwards, smacking the back of his head on the door.
“Come here,” she laughed, kneeling down on the floor with him. She untied his shoes and tugged them off. She crawled up to his waist and jerked at his belt buckle, yanking it back and forth.
“Here, I got it.” Jake fumbled with his belt for a moment but got it open. He smiled and pulled Madison in.
“Ow.” Madison had rolled on the metal door stop. They both laughed.
“Maybe we should head for the bed?” Jake stood up and reached his hands out to help Madison up. They stumbled to the bedroom together.
“This room is fucking bananas.”
“You’re fucking bananas,” Jake shot back, causing Madison to flop on to the massive bed in another fit of giggles. Jake looked down at her giggling in the bed and his face fell. He sat down on the edge of the bed beside her.
“Madison?”
“Yeah?”
“I think we should call it a night.”
Madison sat up beside him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re drunk.”
“So? So are you.”
“Yeah, exactly. We’re both wasted. I can’t sleep with you like this. I’d feel like I was taking advantage of you.”
“Ugh.” Madison rolled over onto her stomach. “Well, you’re drunk too. How about if I take advantage of you? I have no ethical qualms with taking full advantage of you.”
Jake snorted and laid down beside her. “I don’t think we should do this tonight.” He pushed a tendril of Madison’s hair behind her ear.
Madison rolled her eyes and groaned. “Of all the times in my life I could have used a nice guy, why, oh fucking why, does now have to be the time I get one?”
Jake smiled, and they laid side by side on the bed in silence.
“Can we at least get some snacks, then? If drunk-and-horny-Madison can’t be fulfilled, then drunk-and-hungry-Madison must be.”
Jake sprang up. “Yes. Good call. I’ll be right back.”
Jake pulled his belt out of the pant loops and chucked it on the floor. He tapped his back pocket, ensuring he still had his wallet, and pulled his shoes back on, leaving with them still untied. As the door clicked behind him, Madison sat up and surveyed the room.
Holy shit.The bed she was sitting on was a plush, king size, four poster bed, overflowing with pillows and layers of blankets. Wandering through the suite, Madison found a stone fireplace below an enormous TV hanging from the wall in the living area, which was flanked by lovely, navy upholstered couches and wingback chairs in a complimentary white and rust floral pattern. Across from the living was a sunken dining room with an imposing wood table and a long bar against the wall. She was standing in the bathroom, marveling at the massive walk-in steam shower, when Jake returned.
“Madison?” he called from the entrance.
Madison followed the sound of Jake’s footsteps back to the bedroom and found him dumping an armload of potato chips and chocolate bars on the bed.
“The restaurant was closed, but I found a vending machine. This was all I could carry.” Jake grinned like a second grader left alone in the candy store overnight.
Madison jumped into the bed, nuzzled up under the blanket and ripped into a bag of barbecue flavored potato chips. “Oh my god, you are the actual best.”
He plopped into the bed beside her and selected a bag of tortilla chips. Madison grabbed the remote and turned on the giant TV mounted across from the bed. The screen displayed a scrolling channel guide, and Madison squinted at it, trying to focus her eyes.
Jake snatched the remote from her hand. “No fucking way.”
