Re: log: dami/holly
[He didn't live there and she could practically feel her cheeks turn red in the dark. The last rattle of stones sprayed against the wall and she rolled her weight over her hip and rocked back to look at him, messy blond and pink cheeks and her hands shoved defiantly in her pockets.]
You didn't exactly leave an address, baby Wayne. Maybe at the front desk of GCPD but not with me. [Breezy, breezy and casual and she looked over his shoulder toward the kitchen door and her stomach said ramen probably wasn't served Chez Wayne.] I can go, if you want. [The arched eyebrow said it was a terrible idea.]