Plays with Rachel’s hair and ear ring.
rachel’s nestled next to chloe on their bed, half-lidded hazel eyes lazily staring up at the ceiling. the joint they’ve been sharing sits between her lips. she’s not sure how much time has passed, but she isn’t in any hurry to get up.
the moment rachel registers their subtle touch, she tilts her head, leaning into the INTIMACY. she wraps her fingers around the joint, taking a deep puff before passing it back to chloe, ❛ i wish we could stay here all day. ❜ her eyes flutter closed, enabling her to revel in the feeling of chloe’s fingers & the calm of the morning.
joyce’s routine summoning for breakfast comes in the form of an insistent shout that travels up the stairs. it shatters the fantasy that’s been playing out in rachel’s head ; that they’re on the road, in some SKETCHY motel, in no rush to explore the new & uncharted city they had arrived in the night before. she lets out an irate sigh, ❛ but we can’t, can we? ❜ it’s not really a question, but a statement spoken with scathing annoyance, though not directed at anyone in particular.
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