[Caught her red-handed - totally in it for the looks. Charlie Cutter: trophy wife of the year.
Chloe cants her hip up into that slap so that once he goes to draw back, she catches briefly on his knuckles. Mostly pocket fabric more than anything else. Might not even feel it through his gloves but...]
So what's the plan, sweetheart? [Following in his footsteps reminds her of just how much she could use a proper pair of snowshoes; her toes are so numb she can feel pins and needles right up to the arches of her feet.
And she wore these in Shambhala.] Bribe, charm, con-- chop down a few trees and build a log cabin or two?
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Chloe cants her hip up into that slap so that once he goes to draw back, she catches briefly on his knuckles. Mostly pocket fabric more than anything else. Might not even feel it through his gloves but...]
So what's the plan, sweetheart? [Following in his footsteps reminds her of just how much she could use a proper pair of snowshoes; her toes are so numb she can feel pins and needles right up to the arches of her feet.
And she wore these in Shambhala.] Bribe, charm, con-- chop down a few trees and build a log cabin or two?