Finish

Having Rosalyn turn around and shoot the flour in his face this time it was a little to much to dodge or get out of the way from. Opening his eyes slowly and seeing Rosalyn standing there chuckling at him he can feel the flour fall from his eye lashes. Licking his lips the taste of the raw flour puts a silly look on his face before he gives a small puff to blow it off his lips.

   "Blak....thats not a good taste."

Looking down at the towel Chad reaches out and takes it. Thinking for a second a nothing grin form on his lips as it twirls it in his hand. Giving it a quick snap he comes close to getting Rosalyn in the leg only letting it graze her so he wouldn't let it sting. Twirling the towel again as he watched her back up a few steps Chad did it again, and again still she was backed in the corner of the two joining counters.

Moving quickly closer to her one hand was no one side and the other on the other side of the counter leaning twords her and keeping her where she was. His eyes twinkled with mystery, and his lips twitches in a grin as his eyes pierce hers.

   "You know...you shouldn't start a battle you're not sure you can finish."

Shaking his head a little the extra flour that had been on him falls onto Rosalyn before his eyes meets hers again. Looking down to her lips he can feel a pull, a kiss, a tender kiss on the lips, but he refrains for now looking up into her eyes again waiting...waiting for her next move.