He felt a small amount of heat swim up to his face. Something he recognized as a light blush.
Christy was falling with her morals. "...Can we switch jobs?"
"Oh..." Christy frowned. "She doesn't think she wants to ask him."
Christy enjoyed it.
"You didn't burn it, I'll give you that..." Nathan hated it.
"I didn't." Ian said. If someone were to listen closely they would notice he almost always spoke in a near monotone.
Christy smiled at him. "I think it's great, Ian."
"It's fine. Wash the dishes when you're finished."
She followed him into the kitchen. "Let me help you, please."
Christy took the next plate from him. "Ian, it isn't going to be a problem."
"No." he said, more forceful as he continued to wash the dishes.
Christy lingered in the doorway. "Goodnight, Ian." She retreated upstairs to the bedrooms.
