Kiss my sass

"You can come with me if you want." Dane offered.

Wren shrugged. "I don't mind. Might as well, I suppose." she sighed overdramatically. "Now are we going to get out of this shower or not?"

Dane grinned and kissed her gently, "We can pick up later, you have a Dane promise on that."

Wren smirked devilishly. "I'll hold you to that, then."

Dane saulted and padded out of the bathroom, looking for some clean clothes.

Wren followed and grabbed a towel. She paused, "I never finished my shower..."

Dane shrugged, "It's only Aliceabella, she won't care if you smell." He grinned.

Wren looked shocked. "Are you saying I smell?!" she gasped.

Dane laughed, "You smell beautiful." He tugged on a pair of scruffy jeans.

Wren smiled and wrapped the towel around her, heading into the bedroom.

Dane pulled on a t-shirt with one of his jokes printed onto it, looking around for a pair of socks.

Wren got out some clean clothes and pulled them on, her back to Dane. She frowned as she struggled to get the bra clasp work.

Dane noticed Wren struggling and took her hands away, clasping the bra for her, "Done."

Wren flashed him a sheepish smile. "Thanks."

"No problem." Dane went back to looking for socks.

Wren frowned. "What do you need?"

"Socks!" Dane cried, pouncing onto the pair he'd found. He shoved them on and stood, "Shall we go?"

Wren pulled on her shoes and nodded, a smirk still lingering on her face. "Sure thing."

Dane crammed his own shoes on and stepped out into the corridor.

Wren followed, closing the door behind them.