Erin squirmed lightly in her soaked clothes. She should probably use her wand, but with the headache that was beginning to throb she'd probably end up banishing all her clothing away. Which would not be much of a problem if they weren't in a laundromat. Well. She didn't really plan on sleeping with Rafe any time soon (because this was a guy you went on a few dates with first. Sheesh. Gosh, didn't you know anything?
"Aye, Glasgow born 'n bred," she said, straightening up a bit. Her flat was in Glasgow, with the ministry in London and her charms committee taking her way out of the area, she really wasn't home anymore unless it was to sleep and feed Puff.
Erin wrinkled her nose, eyes focusing on Rafe's because the tug of sexual tension that was building and building because now he was facing her and again, she felt herself flush and Lordy lord, she needed that filter back in place.
"Something wrong with that?"
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