Phoebe
”Oh that’s right, I forgot.” she said laughing a bit as he reminded her he was an entitled brat. She tapped her chin as she followed him out of the bathroom, not removing her hair from the braid despite it being damp. It would still dry and her hair would simply be wavy in the morning. There was nothing wrong with that she thought.
”I mean…I do cook for you. And I do your laundry. You live at my house. I have sex with you. Pretty sure there is a lot in it for you for the very small price of braiding my hair.” she said with a light, teasing sort of laugh as she moved to go upstairs. The tiredness from her illness and long day and their activity was starting to weigh on her. She crawled into the bed, curling up in the mass of pillows and blankets, a little haven of soft, comfy warmth. ”But if you don’t want any of that I mean, by all means, leave my hair braidless.” she said with a yawn, smiling cheekily back at him.
”I mean…I do cook for you. And I do your laundry. You live at my house. I have sex with you. Pretty sure there is a lot in it for you for the very small price of braiding my hair.” she said with a light, teasing sort of laugh as she moved to go upstairs. The tiredness from her illness and long day and their activity was starting to weigh on her. She crawled into the bed, curling up in the mass of pillows and blankets, a little haven of soft, comfy warmth. ”But if you don’t want any of that I mean, by all means, leave my hair braidless.” she said with a yawn, smiling cheekily back at him.
In These Past Few Days When I See Myself
I Seem Like Someone Else
I Seem Like Someone Else
