"You would be getting good at that exorcism, show off," Gwen muttered, smirking slightly.
And then they were at her motel. The motel where she'd been staying. And there was talk of rock salt and whatever, which she really hoped she wouldn't have to clean up.
"Right, so you'll be off then and maybe I'll see you..." she paused and swallowed. "I mean, I'm working tomorrow night and..."
God, what the hell was wrong with her and why was she seemingly unable to get even the simplest sentence out.
He was standing so close to her, closer than anyone else ever dared to get and she'd forgotten what that felt like.
"Or, you know, if you wanted to come in, maybe raid the mini bar, make sure I go to bed..." Maybe have a lapdance afterall, maybe see her being good or naughty or whatever and this was confusing. Why was this so confusing? It was new and Gwen wasn't sure she liked it.