She managed to slide past him and make her way into the kitchen, ignoring his facial gestures as their bodies collided in the small space, the dirty wink. The grin suggestively aimed at her face that made her want to throat punch him. She had to duck past his hand that seemed to gravitate way too close to her rear as she moved past him.
Creep!
She was not someone who enjoyed invasion when abruptly woken from a hangover nap; and was not someone who liked overly hormonal men trying to get a quick grope in passing.
He rambled on about the dance and minor details and people while she got the cups ready and the kettle began to boil, her mind blocking him out as she made empty noises as though she was listening. Empty small talk as he followed her a little too closely. Nodding and humming in
