Kiss her

You lean in to kiss her, wanting to feel her warm lips on yours, before you find yourself tripping on a fallen blouse. You knock into her, the two of you tumbling to the ground as you collapse on a pile of laundry, rolling into each other.

"Hey! Watch where you're going, dumbass!" Sarah yelps, the two of you coming to a stop in each other's embrace.

You're left staring into Sarah's eyes, watching her face as she looks back at you, bodies pressed together. There's an awkward moment of silence as she bites her lip, almost wanting to kiss you, before she goes to stand, pulling herself up from the laundry as you stand up after.

"Sorry, I gotta run," she says awkwardly. "I'll talk to you soon, dumbass."

"Bye," you reply, as she grabs her washing up basket and heads out of the room, leaving you alone again.

Ignoring your weird, incestuous feelings, you return to work. It takes about an hour or more to get it all done, boring and monotonous work of drying and washing and sorting, but as you get along, the piles of laundry grow smaller until they vanish completely, and you're left pulling the last load of work out of the dryer. Suddenly, your phone buzzes, as you look at the screen to see Daniel's calling you.

"You finished yet, dickhead?"

"Just did," you say. "Why, what's up?"

"A couple of us were going with some of the girls to head into town and go shopping. You up for it?"

"I have an assignment due later, mate."

"So are you coming?"

Tossing the last of the dried laundry into the appropriate basket, you shrug.

"Yeah, fuck it. Alright then, I'll be over in a bit."

With that, you head out the door and leave your laundry chores behind you.