Thread: Let Me Have It WHO: Liam and Cheyenne WHEN: Shortly after their texts WHERE: Liam's room, Ladon dorm
"Knock knock!" Cheyenne said cheerfully as she nudged open Liam's door and stepped inside. She wasted no time shutting the door behind her before taking a good look around. Cheyenne smelled of coconut sunscreen and salt water, along with her usual hound scent that tended to be mixed with brimstone and Deadly Nightshade. Her clear eyes fastened on Liam and she smiled, lips closed, forever self-conscious of the gap between her front teeth.
"Alright, so let me have it. Tell me everything he said. Maybe I can help by talking to Dr. Hallowfen to talk to him. Bring down the sentence or something." She shrugged, having already decided on an approach with her mistress over the subject of Liam's potential detention from Mr. Kaden.
Cheyenne was flattered that Liam had called on her in his moment of frustration. To her, it said he thought of her more than just some skinny girl that he'd kissed at the end of the dance. And that kiss. What a kiss. She replayed it over in her head often and doubted anyone would be beating or even matching its intensity for a long time. Even Brendan, whom she'd thought would be a good distraction to get her mind off Liam, had proven too flippant and self-centered to even begin to compare. She'd still keep the Dutch boy around, of course. But he wasn't in the running.
Chey came over and sat on Liam's bed, folding her bare legs beneath her. She still wore the swimsuit from the beach, the same one she'd been wearing when he'd commented on her breast size. Fortunately, she also had on a plain black and still partially wet tanktop over that she could hide under.