Heather unlocked the door and looked at Meg who had been leaning against the door in an attempt to hear what they were doing.
“Did Cas throw up?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
“Yeah” Heather answered. “I’m going to need tu to clean it up”
“Do I look like a maid to you?” Meg comentó offended.
“Of course not, sweetie” Heather smiled weak and she caressed Meg’s cheek. “A maid I would pay. Now, come on, be a doll” And she walked back into the room.
When Meg came back with a mob Heather had taken off her T-shirt and as Meg walked to the vomit spot Heather crawled into the cama and sat astride on Cas. She opened the buttons of his shirt, making Meg stop cleaning.
“What are tu doing?” she asked suspicious.
Heather sighed and rolled her eyes. Then she managed to produce a smirk and turned her head to Meg. “Collecting, of course”
“But…” Meg stammered. She frowned a little frustrated and waved at Cas. “He’s not even awake. tu can’t do this”
“Oh, he’s awake” Heather dicho hoarse as she kissed Cas’ chest. “He’s in some kind of rush. He doesn’t really care about what’s happening around him”
“Meg?” Cas mumbled weak.
“What the hell did tu give him?” Meg wanted to know.
“Something to take the pain away, like tu asked” Heather responded, irritated that Meg was still in the room.
Meg’s eye fell on the maletín and she wanted to pick it up and open it. However, Heather noticed what she was up to and she climbed off Cas. She jerked the maletín out of Meg’s hands and dragged Meg to the door.
“I think you’ve seen enough” Heather dicho sharp. “Go do something. Maybe tu can dye your hair again, because, no offense, sweetie, but the blonde? Not your color”
She opened the door and pushed Meg outside.
“Did Cas throw up?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
“Yeah” Heather answered. “I’m going to need tu to clean it up”
“Do I look like a maid to you?” Meg comentó offended.
“Of course not, sweetie” Heather smiled weak and she caressed Meg’s cheek. “A maid I would pay. Now, come on, be a doll” And she walked back into the room.
When Meg came back with a mob Heather had taken off her T-shirt and as Meg walked to the vomit spot Heather crawled into the cama and sat astride on Cas. She opened the buttons of his shirt, making Meg stop cleaning.
“What are tu doing?” she asked suspicious.
Heather sighed and rolled her eyes. Then she managed to produce a smirk and turned her head to Meg. “Collecting, of course”
“But…” Meg stammered. She frowned a little frustrated and waved at Cas. “He’s not even awake. tu can’t do this”
“Oh, he’s awake” Heather dicho hoarse as she kissed Cas’ chest. “He’s in some kind of rush. He doesn’t really care about what’s happening around him”
“Meg?” Cas mumbled weak.
“What the hell did tu give him?” Meg wanted to know.
“Something to take the pain away, like tu asked” Heather responded, irritated that Meg was still in the room.
Meg’s eye fell on the maletín and she wanted to pick it up and open it. However, Heather noticed what she was up to and she climbed off Cas. She jerked the maletín out of Meg’s hands and dragged Meg to the door.
“I think you’ve seen enough” Heather dicho sharp. “Go do something. Maybe tu can dye your hair again, because, no offense, sweetie, but the blonde? Not your color”
She opened the door and pushed Meg outside.