Erin took his hands and helped pull herself up. Her soaking, dizzy self, and it wasn't long after she was upright that her head started spinning. Oh, right. Head--hit floor. Hard. Erin's eyes fluttered a few times as she tried to get the room to stop spinning, but it failed and she dropped her forehead to Rafe's chest.
Just to pull it back quickly because she soon realized (and felt) that he had no shirt on. And. Touching with no shirt on---not good. Well. Good, but not good for now. Because. Head. Or. Well. other---things. Laudromat! They were in a laundromat, and such touching should not be allowed. Even if it was only forehead to chest touching. Which wasn't really bad touching---
Rambling.
"Yep. Hit my head," she said with a nod, which wasn't a good idea, but Erin squinted and looked up at Rafe, again, only noticing that they were really close because she could see the goosebumps the cold of the water had created. Oh. "Your fault, you need to fix it."
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