Quot;You didnothave to clean everything up, Canton. I can't believe you did all that," Randi said, looking around in awe.

Quot;Yes I did. I helped make the mess so there was no reason why I shouldn't clean it up," Canton said, getting to her feet. She rinsed off the towel she'd been using then slapped it onto the faucet so it could dry.

"Well, I disagree, but thank you very much."

Quot;No problem." Canton smiled, but it was guarded.

"I left towels and clean clothes in the bathroom for you. If you'll get those off, I'll throw them into the washing machine."

"You don't have to-"

Quot;Please? It's the least I can do, Canton. Considering, itwasmy whipped cream that made the mess." She gave Canton a playful smile, trying to break some of the tension.

"Well, in that case, I'll let ya."

Randi stood in the small laundry room down the hall from her apartment, preparing the washer for Canton's clothing, which was an absolute mess. She threw her own clothing in with it. For a moment she got a bit of a thrill, knowing their clothing would be washed together. Pushing that thought out of her head, she brought back what had happened half an hour before.

Her body still tingled from the memory of Canton's mouth on her, a shiver running down her spine and ending up squarely between her legs. She rested her hands on the washing machine, placing her weight on it as she closed her eyes, taking several deep breaths. What she really wanted to do was march right back into her apartment, grab Canton and finish what they'd started.

Even so, something inside her knew that was a really, really bad idea for so many reasons. One of which, she was still a married woman, no matter what the living arrangements were. She had plans to head down to the courthouse and file proper papers, but hadn't yet, fear stopping her: once she did that, it was final and there was no going back. Perhaps she was holding onto the word "married" like some sort of warped version of a binky.

Pushing off the washing machine, she headed back to her apartment, where Canton was already waiting for her, sitting on the couch in the borrowed t-shirt and shorts. Her hair was wrapped in a towel. She was flipping through one of Randi's text books, which was lying on the coffee table with her laptop.

Date: 2015-02-28; view: 595