Clint laughed, popping the trunk of the car and carefully putting the bags of wine inside, looking over at her with a shrug. "When I'm in the vicinity, obviously." He took the bags from her, throwing them into the trunk and slamming it shut.
"I mean, I have to show you my appreciation, although most of the time I wish I was just peeling those jeans from your legs.. maybe you shouldn't wear them.. maybe pants are the devil." Clint grinned, heading to the drivers side and sliding inside, grabbing his shades from the dash and slipping them on.
"Come on, we're wasting valuable cooking time.." No, Clint was seriously thinking about finding that lay-by and utilizing it. Seriously.
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"I mean, I have to show you my appreciation, although most of the time I wish I was just peeling those jeans from your legs.. maybe you shouldn't wear them.. maybe pants are the devil." Clint grinned, heading to the drivers side and sliding inside, grabbing his shades from the dash and slipping them on.
"Come on, we're wasting valuable cooking time.." No, Clint was seriously thinking about finding that lay-by and utilizing it. Seriously.