While I was trying not to check out his body, he didn't have the same problem. He gazed at my breasts a few seconds longer than he'd ever done before. I had my babies tucked in tight with no cleavage showing, so I wasn't sure why he stared so long.
"Do friends stare like that?" I couldn't help asking because heat was traveling to my cheeks.
"This friend does. You look nice." He gave me a crooked grin.
Nice. That was good, right? So why stare at my boobs? I didn't get it. His eyes were now on mine and I appreciated his baby blues again.
"Do you need to grab your bag?"
"Yes, I never go anywhere without it." I walked over to collect it off the dresser. "Do you mind if I ask where you're taking me."
"The lake."
Um, no. "As in swimming?"
"If you like, but it's not exactly what I had planned." He continued with the same grin and his eyes twinkled just a bit.
