Warren's fingertips slipped back and forth along his waist, playing at the hem of his shirt. Possibly he was aiming for skin, but he was taking the long way to get there.
The check-in girl blinked a bit at them, uncertain whether to be shocked for the sake of the public or admiring. Because, wow.
"Uh.." she stammered for a second, then went about her business. "Right. How many nights?"
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Date: 2006-08-28 04:22 pm (UTC)The check-in girl blinked a bit at them, uncertain whether to be shocked for the sake of the public or admiring. Because, wow.
"Uh.." she stammered for a second, then went about her business. "Right. How many nights?"