Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
His shout rang out against the hard tiles of the shower. The pleasure was fleeting as he anticipated how incredible making love to Honey would be. Stepping back under the water, he finished his shower. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.
Chapter 6
Honey slept in on Saturday morning. She’d gotten up twice to use the restroom during the night, so she welcomed getting a few more minutes to rest. Lounging in bed was a heavenly indulgence.
“Maybe I should stay here all day, Beatrice,” Honey told the plush insect in her arms. Beatrice didn’t answer her, but the bee’s cute antennae waved happily in the air.
When her stomach growled a few minutes later, Honey reconsidered. “Beatrice, we’ll starve if we keep being lazy. Let’s get up and go raid the kitchen. After trashcan nachos Thursday night, I think we can cheat a bit on the diet the doctor gave me. I’ll eat twigs and berries next week.”
Beatrice looked like she wanted to tell her something, so Honey held her stuffed queen bee up to her ear and listened carefully. When the stuffie had finished, Honey admitted, “I don’t know if he’ll call. He said he would.”
A few minutes later, she agreed, “You’re right, Beatrice. I’ll be on pins and needles waiting for him to phone. We need to go about our day. If he contacts me, hooray! If not….”
She let her voice fade away as she pushed herself up to sit on the edge of the bed. Setting Beatrice next to her, Honey stood to test her balance. To her delight, she felt more like her old self than she had for weeks. Honey hurried to the restroom to wash her face and pee. When she returned, Beatrice seemed impressed by how easily she walked.
“It’s going to be a good day, Beatrice. I should do something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Something I don’t normally have energy for.”
Honey perched on the bed and hugged her stuffie to her chest as she considered all the possibilities. She loved going to the park, but it was still too hot. The heat caused her a ton of problems. But air-conditioning wouldn’t.
“I could try shopping, Beatrice. I haven’t done that in a long time. I need to run to the grocery store, but I could have them deliver. Let’s not waste energy on that. There’s that pottery place I’ve wanted to check out forever. Do you remember, Beatrice? You go and paint a ceramic object, and they fire it for you. That would be fun.”
Bouncing on the bed in excitement, Honey celebrated finding the thing she’d enjoy most. She crossed her fingers and hoped they’d have a spot for her. Honey leaned over to pick up her phone and froze. A message from Razor had popped up.
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Honey, my apologies for having to reschedule yesterday. I know this is last moment, but what’s your schedule like today? Can I convince you to spend some time with me?
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Hi, Razor. I’d love to see you. Where should I meet you?
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Let’s do something you’ve wanted to do for a while.
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Honey checked in with Beatrice to check what her stuffie thought. Razor wouldn’t like painting pottery, would he? It would be more fun than doing it on her own if he wouldn’t be a total grouch the whole session. Honey scrunched up her nose and shook her head. Razor wouldn’t go and be miserable. He didn’t seem the type to agree to anything he didn’t want to do.
Before she could talk herself out of it, Honey opened the app she’d already downloaded last month and checked to see if the pottery place had any openings. There were two slots free at one o’clock.
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I’ve been thinking about going to paint pottery.
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Pottery, hmmm? That sounds like fun. Could I try it with you?
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You want to come paint?
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I’ve got a steady hand. I’ll try it. Fair warning, I don’t have any artistic talent. No laughing at my project. When could we go?
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The Happy Potter has two vacancies at one.
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Grab them, Honey. Do you need me to send you money now, or can I pay for us at the art place?
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We do that there. I can take care of mine.
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Honey reopened the app, holding her breath. Would they still be there? She blew out a shaky gust of air as she spotted the same two spots. Quickly, she reserved the spaces.
She flipped back to messenger to see if he’d come up with an excuse not to go. The screen was blank under her message. Razor waited patiently for her to complete her mission.
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Got them!
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Perfect, Little girl. We’ll eat first. I’ll be at your door at eleven. I’ll take you to get a quick bite, and we’ll head to the pottery place.