| Whitney |"...A phone call would've been appreciated. My girlfriends' over and we're still getting ourselves ready for tomorrow. This really isn't the best time." Whitney heard Hollis address her parents icily. Animosity radiated off every word. The dark haired girl inched as far toward the staircase as she could without getting caught, and pressed herself against the wall so she'd be able to hear the exchange clearly."We wanted to do this before you left; It can't wait until after you get back so please just hear us out." Margot explained in a rushed tone as her daughter openly scoffed at both she and her husband disrespectfully. Even without saying anything in response, Hollis' disdain seeped into the overall atmosphere and lingered there like a heavy blanket. Whitney peered through the railing at the top of the stairs, invisible to the group of people just below her. Nina was seated beside Dalton's wheelchair on their faux leather couch, safe from the up

| Hollis |“This is really nice, Holly. Thank you!” Whitney flashed her girlfriend one of her infamously bright smiles, and lifted a glass half filled with Chateau Montelena Cabernet Napa to her heart shaped lips giddily. The girls had just gotten back from the Apollo Theatre not even an hour ago, and were currently lounging in their Aloft Harlem hotel room having dinner. As exhausting as the almost four hour long flight was, both Hollis and Whitney managed to get a decent nap in before attending the comedy show that carried them well into the evening.“Don’t mention it West Coast.” Hollis gave a halfhearted smile and glanced down at her uneaten philly cheese steak before gazing out of their spacious window at the entrancing nightlife happening just beyond the wide glass barrier. She willed herself to be in the moment with her buoyant lover, but couldn’t shake the maddening urge to use.To the blonde’s

| Whitney |"Ugggh, I think I had too much ice cream.” Whitney groaned three hours later during the short walk back to their hotel room. Clutching her pierced stomach miserably, the lingering sweetness of ‘Queen Bee’ still taunted the brunette’s taste buds. The honey flavored treat, which included almonds, chocolate covered honeycomb, and English toffee proved too delicious to stop indulging in. Whitney didn’t even want to know how much she had over the course of their fun filled tour. She whimpered, “My belly hurts, Holly!”Thankfully, her lover was keeping track. Not so much? She didn’t display an ounce of sympathy for Whitney’s self induced stomach ache.“I’ll bet! Nobody told you to have five scoops of it, West Coast.” Hollis teased affectionately with her arm draped over her nauseous girlfriend’s shoulders protectively. She cas

| Hollis |Hollis watched Whitney pace around their hotel room slowly in silence, occasionally glancing at her phone’s illuminated screen before tapping the device against her trembling lips deep in thought. It’d been a good half hour since the conflicted artist begged Hollis to give her some direction regarding Theresa’s unexpected Facebook message, and the blonde swallowed the overwhelming urge to take control of the situation by gently advising her to do what she thought was best.Their food had arrived not long ago, but Whitney was still agonizing over the unread message. Hollis asked her to sit down and eat twice, but gave up after her girlfriend waved her away with a frustrated sigh.Fine. She’ll eat when she’s ready I guess. She knew Whitney was lost and it hurt her to see the woman she loved so fiercely walk around blindly in the dark, but this wasn’t Hollis’ decision and that was the bo

| Whitney |“So, how many drinks do you know without having to think about them Holly?” Whitney giggled once the girls made it back to their hotel room a little after midnight. She’d since slipped out of her evening attire and was lounging in a lavender satin chemise on their king sized bed, resting against the plump squishy down feather pillows as she bit a finger absently and stared at her girlfriend. House keeping changed their sheets while the girls were out, and they felt so fresh and clean against her smooth legs.Hollis offered to bar hop with her once they finished checking out all the fascinating art pieces at Gagosian Gallery, but Whitney brushed the idea aside by gloating about Hollis’ bar tending skills and insisted they just go back to Aloft Harlem, so she could watch her girlfriend mix up some tasty mystery cocktails. As much as Whitney could appreciate a good, strong dry martini, she wanted to see if Hollis knew her well