[ He relaxes when she falls into step beside him. Happy to put their awkward meeting behind them, Genya glances to look at her after she strips her jacket off—and nearly breaks his neck whipping it back to stare ahead. But, in the few seconds of turning his head, his gaze had traitorously fallen to her chest. And seen. Way, way, way too much. He’s sweating now for entirely different reasons.
What kind of man has he become in this shitty resort!? He can’t even try to find the answer when he keeps thinking about the outline of her nipples against her white top. ]
What? [ frazzled, he realizes he hadn’t caught what she said, ] Uh…
[ Quick, distract! He reaches out and grabs one of the low-hanging fruit off of a tree and hands it to her. All while respectfully not looking at her chest. ]
The fruit are juicy, try one. Should help with the heat.
weh 🥺 thank you
What kind of man has he become in this shitty resort!? He can’t even try to find the answer when he keeps thinking about the outline of her nipples against her white top. ]
What? [ frazzled, he realizes he hadn’t caught what she said, ] Uh…
[ Quick, distract! He reaches out and grabs one of the low-hanging fruit off of a tree and hands it to her. All while respectfully not looking at her chest. ]
The fruit are juicy, try one. Should help with the heat.