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He grinned at her a bit like a kid who has been praised for a good report card. “I’m glad you’re impressed.”
She joined him at the sink, wiping away the grime gently. “How’s it going?”
“I do and I did,” he agreed, picking her up bridal style. “Are you pleased?”
She opened the door, stepping in. She was wearing a deep blue shirt and dark pants, and her hair was wet from her shower. "Abes...?"
He laughed out loud, kissing her temple. "You're so nice, Fleur. Jesus."
It took her ten minutes to get to where he was, a tentative knock on the door.
It followed the similar aesthetic of the rest of the apartment. Modest and functional, but surprisingly well stocked. There was double bed by the...
"I'll be there in a second," she said lightly.
He laughed, opening the door to his bedroom. "But truthful."
"Of course," she replied. "What's the cross street?"
"At least you're not famous on your math skills," he muttered playfully.
She pursed her lips. "Where are you? I'll come join you."
"Gross," he said, looking back at her playfully. "Also, you just said it was second out of four rooms. That doesn't mean it's anywhere close to...
She brightened. “Have you figured out the water situation?”
“Bedroom!” Ferris declared, going to the stairs. “It’s kinda a small tour.”
“Sorry, babe,” she said keenly. “I don’t make the rules.” She paused before quieting a little. “I’m not pressuring you, by the way. You can take...
He still looked embarrassed. “It’s untidy.”
“All bets are off,” she repeated, getting out of the shower. “And clothes.”
He opened the door, showing a small kitchen and dining area. There were papers all over the table and he closed the door embarrassedly. “Sorry....
“Because I thought you were inexperienced!” she exclaimed. “That’s it, Abes. When we meet back up again, all bets are off.”
