[ With pursed lips, he shrugs at her part-accusation part-challenge, neither sorry nor shy about it. ]
And you were staring. I'm not complaining, for the record. Go right away. [ Just don't talk like he has nothing to show off, because he does— and clearly she agrees, at least to some degree.
Since she probably got an eyeful of him, it's not that big of a crime if he does the same, right? Plus, he's pretty sure she's doing it on purpose. So his eyes follow the movement of her body, appreciating her back and the curve of her ass from the distance, while still noting how defined her muscles are as they shift under the skin.
At least he has the decency to look back up when she turns around. ('Decency' is not the word you're looking for, Owen.) His eyes still linger a bit, but he doesn't seem particularly embarrassed by it. ]
Mine? Oh, they're firmly placed on solid ground, as always. [ Going nowhere near the vicinity of his mouth, if that's what she's implying. ]
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And you were staring. I'm not complaining, for the record. Go right away. [ Just don't talk like he has nothing to show off, because he does— and clearly she agrees, at least to some degree.
Since she probably got an eyeful of him, it's not that big of a crime if he does the same, right? Plus, he's pretty sure she's doing it on purpose. So his eyes follow the movement of her body, appreciating her back and the curve of her ass from the distance, while still noting how defined her muscles are as they shift under the skin.
At least he has the decency to look back up when she turns around. ('Decency' is not the word you're looking for, Owen.) His eyes still linger a bit, but he doesn't seem particularly embarrassed by it. ]
Mine? Oh, they're firmly placed on solid ground, as always. [ Going nowhere near the vicinity of his mouth, if that's what she's implying. ]