She had been the only one to receive abuse after all. And she was the one they'd made together. So she didn't argue, she didn't question, she just went with him.
Taking the sponge she pressed it against the red paint, only to pause as he stepped up behind her. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, and that sponge slipped from her fingers as she leaned back against him. "Something tells me you're not talking about washing cars." She teased, her tone a little husky. He still was able to raise goose flesh along her bare skin, even in the heat of the afternoon.
She cast a sly glance back at him. Her slightly sudsy hand lifting to his cheek, as she turned her face more toward his. Unable to help herself she rose up on her toes just enough to press her lips against his.