“Focus in more on her hand.”
No suit...
Still panting, he breathed into her ear a single word. “Bugs.”
/imagines Lois to jump up and scream, trying to swat the cockroaches supposedly crawling over her shoulder/
“Cameras,” he whispered again.
Oh boy.
“Now that’s what I call a proper welcome home,” she said, finally drawing away from him.
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Michael