She turned to look at him for a moment, her eyes bleary. She paused for a moment, surprised at how seeing him filled her with warmth, and she sighed, standing up and heading for the shower.
It didn't take him much longer to wake, his eyes fluttering. He sighed, looking around nervously before standing.
She came out of the shower a few moments later, her black hair combed back and dripping on the floor. A large towel was wrapped around herself, and she paused on her way to the bedroom, watching him. “So.” *** “Excuse me, ma’am, but your hand is on my butt.”
She frowned, heading into the bedroom. “I have to be honest, I don’t remember anything that happened.”
She blinked, clearly confused. “Okay,” she said slowly, slipping on a tank top. *** “Anything else on your mind?”
She stuck her head out of the bedroom, fixing him with a sharp stare. “Hey. Thank you.” *** “And my butt?”
She came out of the bedroom, tying her hair back. A cut trailed from her right eyebrow into her hair, but she didn’t seem to notice. “Did I do anything embarrassing last night?” she asked, pulling the coffee out of the cupboard. *** “The two major things...”
“Hm. Perhaps you should,” she said, sliding up onto the counter, turning to face him. “You seem uncomfortable.” *** “50/50?”
