"Uh huh," she quipped, wriggling her jeans over her hips. She grinned, wide and suggestive, and jumped up off the bed, careful to avoid both Candice and her parts, and the glass. The last thing she wanted was another cut.
Her hand scooped up her top, and she skipped over to wrap her arms around his middle, her cheek against his shoulder. "I don't think a comb will help much either," she teased.
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Date: 2010-01-05 03:42 am (UTC)Her hand scooped up her top, and she skipped over to wrap her arms around his middle, her cheek against his shoulder. "I don't think a comb will help much either," she teased.