Loose

Rosalyn stifles another laugh at Chad, only to give a little shriek and back up as she tries not to get snapped with the towel. "Oh... you... stop it!" Laughter bubbles over as he skitters to the side, only to find herself trapped at the counter.

Breathing heavily, another laugh gets stuck in her throat as she suddenly realizes just what kind of a position she was in. She saw Chad's eyes, saw his glance and knew good and well what he was thinking. Her cheeks blush crimson and her hand gropes to find the towel he'd been using to chase her.

After wiping her own cheek and nose, she hesitantly reaches it up to his face, brushing off the rest of the flour so all traces would be gone. Retreating, she was still trapped and he eyes glance down to his shirt the climb slowly back up again, pausing at his lips before making it up to his eyes. Locking her gaze with his, her heart starts its loud thumping all over again.

Setting aside the towel, her hands take on minds of their own as they both come to rest against Chad's chest. Her thumb toys with one of his shirt buttons, finding it a little loose. She glances down at it. "You should have this resewn," she mentions quietly. "B...before you lose it."

Swallowing hard, the tension is too much. Ducking down low and stepping to the side, she slips out from under one of his arms to walk back to where she was making the muffins. With her back to him again, she felt silly for her antics, and even sillier for knowing that she'd wanted to kiss him.