Ladies, we are all Princesses. If fate doesn’t have him ready for us yet, (I’m with you ladies, I’m still waiting for mine) someday our prince will come…
“Cheyenne come on the water’s going to get cold.”
“O.K. crybaby, I’m coming.”
Opening the door, Cheyenne doubles over laughing as Brandon sits enveloped in bubbles, with bubbles floating in the air.
“Are you going to stand there and laugh or help an injured man wash his back?”
“I thought you were supposed to be soaking your knee not taking a bubble bath,” laughs Cheyenne.
“I’m multi-tasking.”
Leaning over Cheyenne takes the wash cloth from Brandon and scrubs his broad back, silently mesmerized by the muscles, wondering what it would feel like to hug that strong back. “I’d better get out of here, this man is too beautiful, too sexy. You’ve got to know your limitations.” She clears her throat.
“Your back’s finished Brandon. I’ll be in the living room.” She gets as far as putting her hand on the door knob.
“Wait a minute. Cheyenne what was so funny when you came in here?”
“Funny? Oh it was seeing a big doofus like you sitting in a tub full of bubbles, like some girlyman…”
“Doofus? Girlyman” chokes Brandon sneakily grabbing Cheyenne, “I ought to…”
Cheyenne stops laughing realizing what Brandon has in mind, when she feels his hand on her thigh.
“No, no Brandon you heard me wrong. I didn’t say doofus, I said dude, a big dude.”
As his hand tightens around her leg, Brandon says “It’s too late Cheyenne, too late. Now you have to come clean.