“Yeah I do. I’m cold.”
“You really don’t.”
Emma looked at Izzy for a moment, trying to work that out. Then she noticed Izzy’s grin and realized Izzy was teasing. Or perhaps flirting. Emma wasn’t sure which. She kept standing where she was for a moment, trying to decide, a little uncertain how to respond. Because yes, she was in pyjamas, and yes she already knew that Izzy had noticed she had tits, but still, it seemed a little too early in the morning to be acting so cheerfully flirty. Or at least, it was early for Emma.
Flirting right now seemed almost cruel.