“What would you suggest we do to bide our time?” A wicked smirk. “Nothing that involves keeping our clothes on.” “Please don’t make this hard.” The smirk grew into a full-blown grin. “Well, technically you’re the one—” “If you are about to make some ridiculous innuendo involving the word hard”—she pointed at him with the hairbrush—“swallow your tongue.” He made a show of sighing heavily as if not getting to finish his joke was deeply inconvenient for him.
