She notes the rising color in Harrow's face, the way her eyes can't seem to land on any one spot. She's not sure if it's racheting up into anxiety that she should halt at the pass, or if Harrow is into this, or some combination of the two.
She settles for pressing a kiss to the nape of Harrow's neck and another just behind her ear. "Quit hogging the sink," she says, smiling. "Unless you want my paint all over your face."
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She notes the rising color in Harrow's face, the way her eyes can't seem to land on any one spot. She's not sure if it's racheting up into anxiety that she should halt at the pass, or if Harrow is into this, or some combination of the two.
She settles for pressing a kiss to the nape of Harrow's neck and another just behind her ear. "Quit hogging the sink," she says, smiling. "Unless you want my paint all over your face."