[ His voice trails off, because there's something so absurd about her asking that. Chrissy Cunningham is supposed to be the picture of sweet innocence. Even though he's come to realize that's far from true, it doesn't stop him from being struck by the question. ]
I sure did.
[ He grabs her hand, tugs her toward the bedroom. Whatever she's planning, he's already overtly enthused. Once they're inside the spacious room with it's equally spacious bed, Eddie turns to dig out the cuffs from the secret corner he's tucked them in. They're not the real deal, of course, but they come close. He isn't sure who they're intended for so he tosses them on the bed. Eddie drops to his knees, pulling her close so he can press kisses to her stomach, his lips meeting the soft cotton of her sundress. ]
no subject
[ His voice trails off, because there's something so absurd about her asking that. Chrissy Cunningham is supposed to be the picture of sweet innocence. Even though he's come to realize that's far from true, it doesn't stop him from being struck by the question. ]
I sure did.
[ He grabs her hand, tugs her toward the bedroom. Whatever she's planning, he's already overtly enthused. Once they're inside the spacious room with it's equally spacious bed, Eddie turns to dig out the cuffs from the secret corner he's tucked them in. They're not the real deal, of course, but they come close. He isn't sure who they're intended for so he tosses them on the bed. Eddie drops to his knees, pulling her close so he can press kisses to her stomach, his lips meeting the soft cotton of her sundress. ]
Now what?