Dove
"Do you mind getting me the cushions on the top shelf?" I carefully balanced a pin on my lips as I held up the long coat.
"No problem," Bucky moved from the sewing machine and went into my closet. The benefit of having him in the house was that he was ridiculously tall. He could reach anything with ease whilst I would need just a little boost.
He grabbed the bag but as he pulled it down something else fell with it. I nearly swallowed the pin when the one thing I had tried my best to hide came falling down on the floor.
It was the bum cushion! I had forgotten I had hid it there after the crushing embarrassment from last time. I had cast it out of my mind and moved on, grateful Bucky had never mentioned it.
