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Day Twenty-four: doing something hot.
Timeline: engaged
She pressed her hand against her forehead desperately, wiping sweat off her brow and closing her eyes. The man with her grunted, his jaw clenched tight.
"Come on, Jethro," she moaned frustrated.
"You're not helping," he growled. "I didn't ask," he moved his arm sharply, avoiding hurting himself. "for an audience."
"You want me to close my eyes?"
"Leave," he grunted.
She ran a hand through her hair, pulling tightly, and giving him a frustrated nudge with her knee.
"I can't leave, what the hell are you talking about? And let you do this by yourself?" she asked sarcastically.
She took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore his attitude, and affected another frustrated, protracted moan.
"Jesus, Jen," he groaned.
"I'm so hot, Jethro," she whimpered. "Fix it."
"'M doin' my best."
"Do your best harder."
He turned around and glared at her, wiping his brow. She held a piece of ice to her lips innocently, stopping her complaining and sucking on it. He held out the wrench in his hands.
"You think you can fix the goddamn air conditioner?" he asked.
She shrugged, sucking on her ice.
"Then shut up."
-alexandra