Ungh he was so cute.
Of course Erin had known this, he had been rather cute at Hogwarts, but ungh. That was the only word to describe what she was witnessing, because quidditch had filled out Rafe nicely. Merlin's flippin' beard he was gorgeous. Just. His arm around her shoulders, she could feel the muscles there and while he was mopping up the water she saw the muscles of his back there and then he was just standing there and God help her but the thoughts running through her mind would make a blind man see.
Or whatever the saying was, she couldn't think.
What a bum. Honestly, what a bum on this man, and Erin was quite sure she hadn't honestly checked out someone in a long time, and she thanked her near concussion for getting rid of any filter she might have had before that kept her from fully appreciating Rafe Kirke in all his manly glory.
"You're feckin' gorgeous, you know?" she blurted, her thick Scottish accent coming into play. Merlin, being in London really knocked it out of you----Erin supposed that a good knock to the head brought back your roots quite nicely and...oh. Did she really just---ugh, she was now wishing that the filter was back in place and shut with a steel lock whose key was thrown into the middle of the ocean.
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