"Fuck, I can't believe this," she can't believe she forgot that Dan can't read. Fuck all of her trauma, this is the worst thing that's ever happened to her.
"Come on in, you can open it inside," she steps back into the room and leaves the door open for him.
The inside is still pretty Christmas-y, with fairy lights, snowflakes, and various baubles, but the color scheme is mostly varying shades of pink, gold, and white. She has a brand, okay?
Elle slumps herself onto the edge of the bed, landing on a plush, white throw blanket, and she gestures for Dan to sit in the dusty pink armchair by the fireplace. Her blush hasn't faded, but she's no longer hiding her face.
"Just so you're aware, I'm going to be horribly embarrassed about this for a while," she informs him.
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"Fuck, I can't believe this," she can't believe she forgot that Dan can't read. Fuck all of her trauma, this is the worst thing that's ever happened to her.
"Come on in, you can open it inside," she steps back into the room and leaves the door open for him.
The inside is still pretty Christmas-y, with fairy lights, snowflakes, and various baubles, but the color scheme is mostly varying shades of pink, gold, and white. She has a brand, okay?
Elle slumps herself onto the edge of the bed, landing on a plush, white throw blanket, and she gestures for Dan to sit in the dusty pink armchair by the fireplace. Her blush hasn't faded, but she's no longer hiding her face.
"Just so you're aware, I'm going to be horribly embarrassed about this for a while," she informs him.