"It's not the courthouse, Think Green's witchery department."
Skipper grabbed her crop top and moved closer to him to hook her bra. He took the opportunity to place a kiss on her neck. He started exploring her bared midriff while she pulled her hair up in a ponytail. She slipped away before his arms could tickle their way under her top. She wore her glasses that were on the bedside table and checked herself out in the mirror again.
"I can still drive you there."
"No."
Skipper's rejection was firm with a flicker of disgust on her face. She didn't attempt to consider his feelings when she replied either.
"Why not?"
He pulled the duvet off and walked up to her as she checked herself out in the body-length mirror.
"Are you afraid that I'll be a distraction?"
He laughed an easy chuckle and his arm settled around her waist again. His clinginess was slowly getting on her nerves.
