fuck the scots..is that what you said?

it was. You were bickering playfully back and forth with soap, and you’d spit that out, nudging him playfully. It may have been a mistake.

a grin broke out on his face and he leaned in a bit closer, snaking an arm around your waist. His breath was hot as it hit your neck.

“What is it you wanted to do, sweetheart?”