𝑴𝒚 𝑹𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒐𝒔𝒔

-𝚂𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒 𝙰𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊-

"Yeah but you were a jerk about it."

I grin. "I'm sorry."

"Anyways, how'd you get your scar?"

I wiped my face and grabbed my body wash and towel.

"We're not having a first date in the showers. I'll tell you sometime later."

"Well I'm going to make me breakfast as you clean yourself."

"You should really be here, we could have showered together and then make breakfast." I sighed. "Or I could have had you for breakfast." I tease.

"Boy whatever."

I grinned and finished my shower. "How's your morning so far sweetheart?"

"Good."

"Just good?"

"You did wake me out of my sleep."

"Wait until it's time for breakfast in bed."

She snorts. "I am officially done with you."

"Well sweetheart get used to it because when we get married this is how it's going to be. And speaking of marriage we take off to Saudi this afternoon."

"Wait what? I thought the wedding wasn't until next week."

"Ours? No, butt my friend's own is." I watched her roll her eyes and I couldn't help but smile widely. "And I like to be on time. We can even have a bit of a vacation and let it be our date week."

"A week date in Saudi Aurabia, wow."

"Want to go somewhere else?"

"Mmm, Saudi is fine."

I turn the shower off and grabbed my phone. "Did you just agree?"

"I think so?" A faint grin.

"Well, I'll pick you up by twelve, enjoy your day alright?"

She was quiet for a moment and I gazed at the screen.

"Sweetheart?" I grabbed a towel from the rack and dried my hair. "Madeline."

"Uh yeah, you too, Alex."

"You alright?" I got concerned due to the change in her voice.

"Yeah, I was reading something."

"Oh, okay, just be ready alright? We meet at the house."

"Noted."

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A date week in Saudi Arabia. I was contemplating but I decided to agree anyways. When I told Amy and Martha they too was shocked.

We're currently by the pool of the hotel. I'm sitting on the edge getting my feet wet, Martha is in the water and Amy is on a long chair, drinking piña colada.

"So what are you two going to Saudi for?" Martha asks.

"One of his friend's wedding."