[ is she okay? the part of bobbi that's still clinging to awareness and rational thought almost laughs at the question because no, she's not at all okay and at the same time, she's great. she can't help but notice the way his gaze drops to her body, the way it lingers. she couldn't blame him for it even if she wanted to, not with the way her own gaze drops to his shoulders, his arms, the bulge in his pants, clearly visible. ]
Yeah. [ god, he looks good. she wants to touch him and he's already crossing the distance between them. bobbi reaches out to curl one hand over his shoulder, dragging him in. ] No. I need -
ofc!!!
Yeah. [ god, he looks good. she wants to touch him and he's already crossing the distance between them. bobbi reaches out to curl one hand over his shoulder, dragging him in. ] No. I need -