 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Rea made a playfully annoyed expression on her face. “You do,’’ she ‘snapped’. Honestly, Christopher was such a silly head. But he was HER silly head and she loved him. And it seemed they were both ready now, at least in terms of their swimwear. “Yes, sir.’’ Without hesitation, Rea allowed him to apply the lotion to the top of her back where she had been unable to reach. “Excellent! Thank you.” Grinning, the young woman returned the favour to the boyfriend, taking care to cover every bit of his back. Today was not the day he would be cooked in the sun!
“All done!” Rea took a glance around their temporary place. “Towels. We should take a few.” She darted towards one of the chest of drawers to fish out two fluffy light pink towels, which Rea draped over an arm. “Shall we?” came her eager beaver question. |