There was something incredibly sweet in the admission Arran offered, how Chloe had been there for his better life decisions. She liked that a lot, the idea that she'd witnessed all of Arran's better choices and was going to be there to witness many more. "Our house," Chloe corrected with a grin. She did, admittedly, still kind of think of it as Arran's house and her flat, but also Chloe did now think of it as theirs, even if it was theirs in parts. When Arran asked if Chloe was too sober for bad sex, she laughed, moving her his so she could grind against Arran. "I could be persuaded," she promised before watching Arran step out of the shower so he could brush his teeth, a trail of wet behind him on the floor.
Shutting off the water, Chloe reached for a towel, wrapping it around herself before walking up behind Arran to run the material of another towel over his back and arse, then wrapping it around him as she leaned in to press a kiss against Arran's back. "I'd fight for you in a duel," Chloe promised. "You're pretty super, too," she added with a grin before taking a step back so she could get another towel for her hair. "So tell me more about this bad sex, will it include any licking?" Chloe asked raising an eyebrow at Arran in the mirror.