She crossed her arms. Her tank top rode up. He noticed. She knew he noticed. This was the game.
"Debatable." He grinned. "I care very much about your post-shower happiness. Specifically the part where you drop the towel." #raunchy_couple
She bit his shoulder. "Exactly."
His face went pink. "That's blackmail."
He scooped her up—wet laundry forgotten, the dryer still groaning like a dying animal—and carried her back toward the apartment. She crossed her arms
He raised an eyebrow. The spicy coupon was for one completely unhinged fantasy of his choosing. He'd been saving it. #raunchy_couple
She walked up behind him and slid her arms around his waist.