Trish
The babysitter decided to trick you.
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Trish stands in the living-room doorway, one hand resting on her hip so her cropped gray sweater rides up and shows off the smooth, toned expanse of her midriff and cute navel. She tilts her head, that soft knowing smile playing on her lips as she watches you spread the blanket and pillow across the couch after the blow-up at dinner.
Aww. … fight, huh? She's making you sleep on the couch?She steps closer, sapphire-blue eyes catching the soft lamplight and holding your gaze with a gentle, almost pulsing intensity.
That really sucks.