“Of course you could,” CJ said in amusement, deciding to ignore Malachite’s comment about her and happy memories. She hadn’t meant to let anything like that slip, and it irritated her that she had. She was usually better at hiding that sort of shit; but the memories had come swarming in with unusual strength at his question. CJ tossed her head, tucking stray strands of pink hair behind her ears and grinned at Malachite as if she wasn’t irked with herself.
As much as CJ didn’t like accepting pay from her friends when they tumbled together, she wasn’t in the mood to fight him, and frankly, she needed the money. So she agreed with a quirk of her lips and a pump of her legs, pushing the swing higher so she could jump off it with a flourish when it reached the apex of height, leaving the empty swing to jerk awkwardly back towards Malachite. CJ brushed her short skirt down, as if it had been rumpled, and gave her hair another brush out of her face. Her messy bun was coming loose.
“Where do you wanna eat?” CJ asked, twining her arm through Malachite’s and pressing a kiss to his cheek with a playful grin. His plan sounded like an excellent way to spend the stormy weather, and CJ was all for it. “I have no preferences, so you can choose.” A pause. “But somewhere with takeout so we can go home.” His home, or hers, it didn’t matter to CJ, though they’d be racing the weather to get to either location before the clouds opened up with vigour.
As much as CJ didn’t like accepting pay from her friends when they tumbled together, she wasn’t in the mood to fight him, and frankly, she needed the money. So she agreed with a quirk of her lips and a pump of her legs, pushing the swing higher so she could jump off it with a flourish when it reached the apex of height, leaving the empty swing to jerk awkwardly back towards Malachite. CJ brushed her short skirt down, as if it had been rumpled, and gave her hair another brush out of her face. Her messy bun was coming loose.
“Where do you wanna eat?” CJ asked, twining her arm through Malachite’s and pressing a kiss to his cheek with a playful grin. His plan sounded like an excellent way to spend the stormy weather, and CJ was all for it. “I have no preferences, so you can choose.” A pause. “But somewhere with takeout so we can go home.” His home, or hers, it didn’t matter to CJ, though they’d be racing the weather to get to either location before the clouds opened up with vigour.
