"Don't----!" Erin squeaked, rushing forward, but it was too late; he'd opened the washer door and the water, soap, and soggy, soggy clothes came pouring out. She was soaked up to her knees, and, all right, she probably could have stayed up right, but Erin made the mistake of trying to catch the clothes before they hit thee ground (really, what did it matter? They were just going to get washed again), and that threw her off balance, and that made her grab onto Rafe's arm and---
---well fuck, ow. Soapy suds did not make for proper friction and now she was flat on her back in at least a few centimeters of washer water. This was definitely not how she expected the experience to go, and Erin only twisted her head to frown at Rafe.
"I forgot you're a silly boy."
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