The blond-bobbed beige-khakis wearing one finally placed her order with the guy behind the counter, “Venti 1 pump caramel, 1 pump white mocha, 2 scoops vanilla bean powder, extra ice frappuchino with 2 shots poured over the top with caramel drizzle under and on top of the whipped cream, double cupped.”
Followed by her brunette friend, who tugged at the hem of her flower print t-shirt and smoothed her yoga pants while asking for a, “Tall iced coffee in a grande cup with extra ice, 3 pumps hazelnut, 2 pumps classic, an inch of non-fat milk, with a dome lid and a venti straw.”
“What a slut,” she whispered as she and her friend made their way down the counter.
Waverly smiled. People whose desires are fully on display through the glass houses of their souls, should not throw rocks at the person who can fulfill them.
“I know what they did to you. Ice helped me figure out how to undo it.” He pushed her skirt up above her hips. “I hope. But it’s not going to be easy for either of us.”
“Fuck me, Train.” Waverly squirmed and ground her pubic bone into his leg. “Why aren’t I the fuck-dolly to you that I am to everyone else?”
“Because I love you.”
“Now Waverly,” Donnan tisked, “Lying to your lover is always a bad thing. He can see perfectly well you’re not all right. Look at you, your muscles are rigid and tears are leaking from your eyes.”
“I’m fine,” Waverly grunted.
Lath laughed, “Come on brother, let Train in on the joke. Otherwise he’ll kill her before we’ve had our fun.”
“I don’t know,” Donnan said. “This is pretty fun…”
“I…wait, what do you have in your mouth.”