Leaving for Rio

Ethan

"I should be rich enough at this point to have someone else pack for me. You do it. You dress me better than I dress myself anyway." I tossed a T-shirt at Deza and dropped down on my bed in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs.

"Cover that up. God." She walked into the room after bitching at me for ten minutes from the living room to hurry up. As if we had any-fucking-where to be that night. We didn't, and I was pretty sure the plane wasn't leaving without me.

"Don't be jealous. Get over it and I'll let you pet it too." I laughed deep in my chest as she tossed the t-shirt back at me and pretended to gag. "Keep it up. I know I'm close to breaking you down."

"Breaking me down." She turned and put her fist on her hip. "And what pray-tell does that mean?"

I sat up and licked my lips. "You tell me what the hell pray-tell means and I'll give in to your harassments. You can have an hour with me, okay?"

"I live my life with you, and you're too young to know what pray-tell means." She turn