She followed him into the bathroom once more, letting him seat her on top of the counter. He had gripped her waist softly as he lifted her up (something that seemed so unnecessary, but something she'd like to do anything but debate), and she instantly began to swing her legs, watching as he dug through the cabinet underneath. He busied his glance away from the button of his button up she wore that threatened to come undone from her bust, her nipples peaking through, most likely from the cold of her wet hair that had begun to dry in neat, perfect curls he would have sworn were styled.
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