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"We could watch a movie. I've got all my DVDs in my room, or I could download something.. and we can watch it in my room, or the den, whatever," Tatum suggested, following the other girl to the shore, and intertwining their fingers briefly once Frankie took her hand, before releasing her to allow her to towel off. She made a dramatic pout when Frankie put on the shirt, really just teasing her, as she accepting her own towel.
"No more embarrassing pictures. I'm not even letting you into the living room, you might find.. the albums. My step-mother has scrap-booking fever, and I blame her for my paranoia in adult life, because she has documented every embarrassing moment in my whole existence," Tatum murmured, drying off a bit more, before pulling on her shorts, tying them up again.
"Which means, don't ask her to see them either," she chided her, reaching over and gently giving the other girl's butt a little pinch, before wrapping her towel around her shoulders and stepping into her flip-flops, beginning to walk back up toward the path.
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Tatum was still blushing like mad, but it was amazing to be able to joke like this. She couldn't say she really imagined herself finding someone to be so comfortable around, to flirt freely with, and still be so chill together. Frankie brought up a mixture of feelings, able to make her feel so relaxed and yet so tense.
"Ask? It's so simple, and yet I never even thought of that," Tatum teased, a little disappointed when they parted momentarily. They walked the short distance back up to the deck, where Tatum moved to hang her damp towel up onto the clothesline. "Maybe I'll ask sometime," she added, with a playful shrug and smirk in her girlfriend's direction.
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