Chapter Twenty-Three
Faye
I wake up next to Ida again, but we’re not shooting today. We just have a plane to catch. Just like yesterday morning, she’s still fast asleep. I don’t expect Brandon or Mark to turn up any time soon, although I don’t know Ida’s assistant that well.
My hair smells of chlorine and so does my skin from all the time we spent in the water. We barely talked. We barely swam, either.
Ida let on that she was surprised at how enthusiastically I came for her, but how else was I going to experience my last night with her? Reluctantly? I don’t think so.
“Hey,” Ida’s voice croaks beside me. “Is it time to get up?”
“No. We have some time.” I turn to her.
“Then come here.” She wraps an arm around me and pushes her warm, naked body against mine. “Let’s just lie here for a
