Oh, well... I suppose I don't mind if you want to take more. Risks, that is. Um. With me.
[Help.
Red to the roots of her hair she turns away and busies herself with the sink, still feeling the tingle on her lips where his had touched. Or-- where she'd touched his, because she'd really been making all the moves up there hadn't she. The thought sends a little tingle up her spine.]
Yes, the dishes. I'll hand them over so you can dry them, then just stack them on the side.
[And then she plunges her hands into the water, keeping her head down so he - hopefully - can't see how red she's gone.]
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Date: 2021-09-05 07:35 pm (UTC)[Help.
Red to the roots of her hair she turns away and busies herself with the sink, still feeling the tingle on her lips where his had touched. Or-- where she'd touched his, because she'd really been making all the moves up there hadn't she. The thought sends a little tingle up her spine.]
Yes, the dishes. I'll hand them over so you can dry them, then just stack them on the side.
[And then she plunges her hands into the water, keeping her head down so he - hopefully - can't see how red she's gone.]