She almost wants him to kiss her, when he's close like that. There's a flutter of disappointment when he finally moves away from her. She climbs to her feet, taking his shirt from him and half turning so that she can pull her shirt off and lets it fall to the floor. But not before looking him over for a second. A little bruised up, but he looks...
With a frown, she tugs his shirt on.
He looks good. If that's the sort of thing that you're into.
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Date: 2013-07-10 07:26 am (UTC)She almost wants him to kiss her, when he's close like that. There's a flutter of disappointment when he finally moves away from her. She climbs to her feet, taking his shirt from him and half turning so that she can pull her shirt off and lets it fall to the floor. But not before looking him over for a second. A little bruised up, but he looks...
With a frown, she tugs his shirt on.
He looks good. If that's the sort of thing that you're into.
"Thanks. I do have other clothes, though."
She's going to wear his shirt anyway.