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The shifting of the fabric, and everything it revealed wasnāt lost on Natasha, but she kept her reactions in check, fighting the urge to bite her lip and divert her eyes too much from his face. āYou bought it especially for me, then? Should I be flattered?ā
"Dunno. Do youĀ feelĀ flattered?" Danny watched her, eyes fixed upon hers. "I'm just going to go ahead and add that I'm freezing my ass off right now."
"That wasnāt going to be my first question⦠But since you brought it up, donāt tell me it was handed down to you. That might just ruin things."
"Nope! Novelty shop!" Danny scratched the back of his head, shrugging his shoulders. The movement caused the apron to lift just slightly.
"Enough that I wonāt be leaving. Not yet, at least." She took another step into the apartment and closed the door behind her.
"Aren't you gonna ask me where I found the apron?" Danny leaned against the counter, instantly standing back up. "Yeah-- Leaning isn't happening."
"You did this for me� Well that changes things."
"By how much?" Danny adjusted the apron to sit a little lower, coughing into his hand.
Danny, I.... wow... I'm sorry, I caught you at a bad time. I'll just be going.
"Uh-- Okay, wait, if you leave, this'll be for nothing...If you get what I'm saying."
"Did you lose a bet to Ben or something--can you at least put on boxers, I can see your woo-hoos."
"Wha-- Dammit, Johnny! Get the &*^%Ā out of here!"
Your muse comes home to find my muse in nothing but an apron. send your muses reaction in my ask.
"Maybe I should go and get started on that, then�"
"Couldn't hurt."
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"Does this mean I need to add a second page to your letter?"
"That's exactly what it means."
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"Hey-- I wanted to see....Let me start over. I still have a few of your things at my apartment and they're...I don't mind? I was just wondering if you wanted me to leave them anywhere. I lov--...I'm sorry. Call me back if you can."
Our muses just broke up. Send me a # for the voicemail mine leaves yours a few days after the split.
"I never said I wanted you gone, dude." She takes a sip of the water, both eyebrows raised now. "If I did, I would of told you to leave straight up."
Danny's hand slipped off the doorknob, smirk crossing his face. He offered her a nod, making his way back to the couch so that he could have a seat. "This isn't awkward, is it? Then again, I guess you already do hang around with a guy that's similar in age."
"That depends entirely on whether or not you take back that comment about you being old at the wise old age of.. what? 36? 37?"
"I'll take it back-- But you should know to never ask a lady her age. That's taboo."