[ She likes that noise. And she likes when he plays with her hair, and--when he pulls back, she opens her eyes and she lets out an airy breath. Her cheeks are similarly flushed, and she bites down on her lip to suppress the grin across her lips.
When he asks--she just thinks, thank god. She lets her held-back grin turn into a smile as she pulls her arms back so she can untie her apron in the back and start throw it off as she responds, ]
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When he asks--she just thinks, thank god. She lets her held-back grin turn into a smile as she pulls her arms back so she can untie her apron in the back and start throw it off as she responds, ]
God, yes. I thought you'd never ask.