“Really Roger, the bathroom? God I don’t even want to know what the two of you get up to so long as you wash your hands afterwards.” Rogers hands seemed inclined to wander and Penny had the feeling that she was very much a spare wheel. Cupcake theft, much, much worse than any public display of affection ever could be. And cuter too. Damn them both.
As Rogers lips roamed further, Penny rolled her eyes. “Oh for Merlins sake, would you take her into a dark corner and snog her so you get it out of your system, Davies.” It was that or the rest of the assembled people would be subjected to the mating ritual of one Roger Davies and there were impressionable children about. As much as she adored her best friend, there were somethings she didn’t want to know about him and him and Mandy was ah..certainly one of those things. Writing romance was all well and good, watching other peoples was sweet for about thirty seconds and then it was just a case of feeling like a gooseberry. “The only muscles you two should be concerned about is your brain instead of your pecs.”
With a shake of her head, Penny dismissed Rogers statement. “I am an Olympian goddess and Will and his not so dangerous rippling muscles and junks is Spartan Cannon Fodder number 34.”