Fallout

Charlie and Ethan quietly get dressed. No words. No eye contact. Ethan, for his part, is still processing the fact that he just fucked Charlie in a storage shed and had zero idea what Charlie was thinking. One thing he did know was she liked it. A lot. And, if he was being honest, so did he.

Finishing up, Ethan turns to Charlie, noticing the lithe woman was just about fully clothed as well. Clearing his throat, he starts to say something, only for Charlie to cut him.

"Can we, like, not talk about it?

"Uh..." Ethan reels back slightly.

Charlie inhales deeply. "Like, just for a day?"

"A day?" nodding slightly, Ethan can't deny that a day of thinking about it might be for his benefit. "Yeah, uh, sure. We can talk about it tomorrow. Maybe at the, um..." Ethan hesitates slightly. "The fair."

For a beat, Charlie's eyes go wide. Clearly, she didn't think about the fact that the fair was tomorrow. Her expression shifts quickly, the shock hidden. "Great..." Charlie clears her throat, "Awesome. Awesome. Uh..." She looks around absent mindedly, as if looking for something to latch onto, "We should, uh, get back."

"Right. Yeah," Ethan nods again, a bit more emphatically, "Of course."