“Here, eat,” I said, using my water magic to carry the hamper to us before I lost myself in ideas of her flesh and forgot to take care of her the way I’d promised to. “Did you carry a picnic hamper all the way across campus for me like Little Red Riding Hood?” she laughed while I balanced the thing on the chair beside the tub and opened it up. I snorted. “Yeah, baby, I did. And what big eyes you’ve got, grandmama.” She laughed again, batting her lashes at me. “All the better to see your bullshit with, my dear.”
