â iâll be here but youâre fine on your own, come on. â maybe not right now, as intoxicated as she was but cherry wasnât incapable of taking care of herself, he knew that. the man pressed his lips together when her hands ran across his back, his eyes still on her when her hands moved to his chest, eyes flickering to her cleavage for a hot second. when did she grow those? it was clear he hadnât lived at home for a long time and although she might dress a little revealing sometimes and he didnât even think twice about it, except maybe over-protectiveness because he was her brother, it was different having her standing right before in only her underwear. he hadnât though about it a second ago, why was he now realizing how her chest was pressed against his ribs? â okay good. i donât have any make up remover but maybe soap is fine? â he didnât know the first thing about make up but they had to get it off somehow. at her words, he sighed a little, cupping her face in his hands. â i love you too, you drunk mess, â he chuckled before gently pushing her towards the bathroom. â come on, letâs go. â
soap wasnât ideal, but she could make it work at the very least. her feet stumbled towards his bathroom at his nudge, her cheeks puffing out just a touch as she tried to think of what to do. âwashcloth?â she hummed the faint request, gathering her hair in one hand as the other turned on the faucet, bending over to bring her face closer to the water as she scooped it up onto her face, doing her best to at least wet her makeup before using any soap. the fact that she was only in her underwear hardly a blip on her radar, the pretty lace of her panties hugging the curve of her ass as she bent, before she stood back up, water droplets falling down her neck to the curve of her breasts as she glanced towards him, hand extending for the washcloth.