She stifled a laugh, hopping down from her spot and squatting next to him. "Then maybe we should switch, babe. This height seems more suited to me."
She kneeled down, beginning to meticulously clean the lines between the tiles, her focus capture once again.
They worked for quite a while on various things. Occasionally, Ophelia would reach over and rub his calf absently while they were working on the shower, clearly deep in thought, but they remained in a comfortable silence that comes from a shared familiarity. Finally, after about an hour, she stood up, rotating her wrist and stretching. “I think we finished the bathroom. Right?”
He stretched with a yawn, looking back at her and playfully putting his arm around her shoulders. "Yeah. What do you want to work on next?"
She didn’t seem to notice his flirting, one arm wrapping around his waist as she considered the room. “Hm... do you want to take a break and we can go grab dinner and bring it back before continuing?”
She bit her lip in thought, pulling away to consider the living room for a moment. “Hmm... how fancy are you feeling right now?”
She planted a light kiss on his shoulder before looking up at him, her dimples exposed as she pursed her lips playfully. “Taco Bell?”
“I know that’s not exactly fine cuisine,” she hastened to say. “But I think we’re both just tired and hungry right now.”
They returned to the house, the food in hand. Ophelia’s arm was hooked around his and she looked up at him. “No way. 12 inches? That’s the biggest you’ve ever had?”
