Chapter 12

"I rented us a car while you were sleeping," proudly declares Alana. With a pleasant crunch, a piece of bacon disappears into her mouth. "Nom-nom!"

"What car?" I’m sleepy and can't get rid of this feeling. The eyelids are heavy, and every yawn threatens me with a broken jaw. When dad took us kids to school early in the morning, the brothers used to scare me that if ‘you yawn very widely, you can stay with your mouth open... forever...’ I need coffee, no cream, no sugar, just coffee; it's better to shovel a couple of tablespoons into my mouth that is not closing because of the permanent yawns.

"A car is such an iron thingy on wheels; if you fill it with gasoline..."

"Okay-okay! I got it," I pout my lips, but avoiding any comments on why I asked her about the car.

Alana kisses me on the cheek and happily shakes a bunch of keys in front of my face.

"I hope you don’t want to start explaining to me what a key is," I say, insolently stealing a big strip of bacon from her white plate.

We came one of the very last for breakfast, having slept through everything. It is fortunate that we got at least some food.

"Pssst," Alana hisses conspiratorially. "Just don't turn around, don't turn around, I'm telling you... Look at that table over there, right-right, there are still some nice juicy sausages left... Don't stare so obviously! You distract that old woman who is walking towards our sausages, and in the meantime, I'll quickly grab what belongs to us!"

"Good idea! I will knock her off her feet, and you crawl under the table so as not to attract attention to yourself!"

"We have done worse for the sake of good food... besides, we are the last to come to breakfast!" Alana is jokingly sticking her chest out like a brave warrior. 

I’m sneaking the last piece of bacon from her plate, but she gets ahead of me, grabs my wrist and takes a bite right out of my fingers. Though she does it quickly, she manages to lick my fingers making me tremble all over.

"Alana… I don’t want sausages, let’s go back to the room again," I barely whisper the words.

"But I haven't finished my breakfast yet... Oh... OHHH! Of course, of course!" She practically jumps off the chair, nearly knocking it over, while keeping on shoving food into her mouth.

The dark-eyed looks so funny with her cheeks full, that I can't help kissing them too. Alana mumbles something affectionately in response, but I can't make out a word: it seems this is something affirmative or approving; though, it could be a little kinky as well, since at this moment her black shiny eyes are examining my breasts.

"Come on, a little treat is awaiting you when we are in the room," I say as if I’m the purest creature in the world.

"I’ll take everything you give me and more."