Leilani
"I really feel bad about how I reacted to the news of your contract, babe. I’m gonna make it up to you, promise." Neil said. His voice was muffled by the soft, fluffy pillows beneath his head. He was laying face down in the king-sized bed, bare-chested and in some navy blue silk pants that rode low on his tight hips. His hair was a darker shade of golden, still damp from all the time we both spent in the shower, having sex and then, getting clean.
"It’s okay, Neil. I knew you’d warm up to it eventually." *And your mother had planted poisonous things about me in your mind, and that had made you unable to think clearly*. My voice was soft in the quiet of our bedroom, glowing with the night lights. The large TV spanning the wall on the opposite side of the arrangement of couches was on, with some random movie playing on the screen, though it was on mute.