Kitchen roll, she thinks, do I even own kitchen roll? The contents of her kitchen are not as much a mystery as they could be: she does, on occasion, have groceries delivered, after all. She prepares her own coffee and the occasional cup of tea, she can prepare a passable breakfast. Yet the majority of what she eats is delivered or picked up, dinners out are more common for her than a meal she prepared herself.
Before she can dwell on whether or not basic everyday items for cleaning purposes are not perpetually her maid's business, or if she will need to make do with tissues, he suggests that he might show her. She decided in this very moment that, for all intends and purposes, she does have kitchen roll at home. By the time he could discover that she doesn't, he is hopefully otherwise occupied.
Her eyes meet his again, and she is almost convinced he, too, must feel that jolt between them, that spark, and her smile is warm, inviting, and lazed with another sort of appetite altogether. Dating has never been difficult for her – it is easy to be asked out, to wade through the dull conversation, to take the gifts. This is easy, too, but it does not feel like her usual rendezvous: she wants to be here, and while one day, the novelty of forest-grown flowers, handpicked just for her, will likely wear off, and while she loves gold too much to be denied these kinds of gifts... For now, the way her heart beats just a tad harder is real, and she wants it to last. She wants it to lead somewhere further than her sheets. "I would love for you to join me tonight."
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Date: 2021-11-25 08:36 pm (UTC)Before she can dwell on whether or not basic everyday items for cleaning purposes are not perpetually her maid's business, or if she will need to make do with tissues, he suggests that he might show her. She decided in this very moment that, for all intends and purposes, she does have kitchen roll at home. By the time he could discover that she doesn't, he is hopefully otherwise occupied.
Her eyes meet his again, and she is almost convinced he, too, must feel that jolt between them, that spark, and her smile is warm, inviting, and lazed with another sort of appetite altogether. Dating has never been difficult for her – it is easy to be asked out, to wade through the dull conversation, to take the gifts. This is easy, too, but it does not feel like her usual rendezvous: she wants to be here, and while one day, the novelty of forest-grown flowers, handpicked just for her, will likely wear off, and while she loves gold too much to be denied these kinds of gifts... For now, the way her heart beats just a tad harder is real, and she wants it to last. She wants it to lead somewhere further than her sheets. "I would love for you to join me tonight."