“Sorry, I just can’t get the hang of this” she gritted out frustrated, both me and Feya seemingly leaning forward to try and cure our curiosity only to see that she was trying to sew up a top of hers. It would have been an understatement to say that she wasn’t having any luck in doing just that.
“Would you like me to have a go?” my generous mate asked nervously, Laura looking up with a hopeful expression on her face before nodding eagerly.
“If you wouldn’t mind, do you know how to sew?” she asked as she held out her shirt and the sewing box, my body tensing slightly at the thought of her getting even the slightest pinprick on her skin but I passed them along to her without complaint.
“Yep” was my mates only reply as she seemed to look over the tear in the shirt before getting to work, h
