Night Cap (Blogophilia 35.8)
The tenth floor apartment was not far from the park. Limping, she leaned heavily on her cane as they entered the building. Inside the door was a modest unit fit for a single. A couch and coffee table sat on the opposite wall angled slight toward the corner where the TV was hung. A door to the left was open, his made bed visible in the shadows. To the right was the galley kitchen. “So, come on in.” Dropping the suitcase next to the couch. “It ain’t much, but it is home. “Coffee? All I have is some decaf.” “Ooh, that sounds good. I’m freezing.” “Did you want to change?” Red formed along the edge of his cheeks. “I can go back in…” “Oh, hush. I’m not modest.” She grabbed a quilt that was on the couch and wrapped it around her. The hands disappeared and with a whoosh, the wet top flew over her head and landed on Bart’s head. She laughed as his face grew redder and frightened. A pale pink bra appeared next. Looping it arou...