"What are we watching?" I plopped down on the couch beside Jason who was indulging in a bowl of my sour cream and onion chips. The nerve of this man to be taking my food like this. How dare he?
"Dirty Dancing," He handed me the bowl, eyes firmly on the TV. as I was taking the bowl from him, my eyes became glued to his abdomen, which was on full display now that his shirt was unbuttoned. He looked so casual in his sloppy suit attire. His hair was messed up, almost like he'd shaken it out, and it just made him look all the more attractive.
