Rain (Kermit, Sam)
“Want one?”
“Cara’d take my head.” Kermit refuses the cigarettes.
“Tight leash?”
“Been trained well,” he smiles as Sam takes a drag.
“I hate bloody England,” she mutters. “Can’t even rain properly.”
Kermit shrugs, enduring the steady drizzle with the patience only a man having been exposed to the whims of a heavily pregnant woman could muster.
“You volunteered.”
“Ryan needed to get the lights fucked out of him after today. Didn’t want to intrude.”
And suddenly Sam wishes she had her camera with her because that little blush on Kermit’s face would deserve being showed around in the ARC.
Note: Kermit belongs to fredbassett. Cara belongs to lukadreaming. Sam's mine.