"Yep. Yes. Stupid jokes," she agrees, as her cheeks heat up, and her ears blush bright. This is definitely like her normal teasing and she's not thinking about Harrow's delicate but purposeful touch, and the sharp, delicate angles of her collarbone, and certainly not about her bare face with it's beautiful little divot in her lips.

She carefully pushes her up on her elbows, takes the cloth and starts scrubbing at her neck.