60- My Shoulders

Marissa swallowed hard and turned to Sophie who was hurriedly fixing her disheveled hair and that reminded Marissa of her own hair.

She started brushing her fingers through her tangles and tried to smile, "Oh, Rafael. I … we…. weren't expecting you…" she said with a shrug and realized that he was staring towards her shoulder.

She followed his gaze and found that the oversized t-shirt she was wearing was slipping off, exposing her smooth shoulder.

With a faltered smile she quickly covered it, but that sleeve fell down again. 

"P… please sit down," she left the stool abruptly, "Oh, you can sit in the living room too…" She looked at Sophie in panic who was now nodding her head like an obedient student.

"Can I go and wake up kids?" he asked raising a brow and she quickly nodded.

"Yes. Yes. Why not. Come," the plan was to let Rafael deal with kids, and she would need just five minutes to wear something decent.