
EYEBROW QUIRKS AT the comment, it’s delivery as casual as bou saying it sure is warm outside. which it is. two slender fingers pinch the fabric of her shirt, shaking it to let moving air curl around her belly & chest in an attempt to cool off as she squints a little at him from behind her sunglasses. ‘ does it, now ? ’ she questions, amusement creeping into every word, head tilting slightly. ‘ you lookin t’ burn some calories with me, bou ? ’ voice is a lazy drawl, all pleased and coy-smiled. ’ all you hafta do is ask. ’