Kaidy smiles back at him, her grey eyes mischievous as she leans in to give him a kiss, swiping his empty plate from his lap (and giving him a pretty decent view of the tattoo a few inches below her left collarbone) as she does so.
"And you are allowed to look, you know," she reminds him amusedly, before she withdraws to deposit his plate back on the tray on her desk. And, oops, to bend down and pick her own plate up from the floor and pile it on top of the first. "If you're really lucky, I might even do a twirl."
She picks up her own mug, sipping from it as she watches him. Well, if Martin's allowed to look at her then she's definitely going to look at him, and besides the blush (now approaching at least mid-torso; she really must test out her earlier hypothesis at some stage) she's rather intrigued by all those freckles.
Well, she didn't have much opportunity to study them last night.
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Kaidy smiles back at him, her grey eyes mischievous as she leans in to give him a kiss, swiping his empty plate from his lap (and giving him a pretty decent view of the tattoo a few inches below her left collarbone) as she does so.
"And you are allowed to look, you know," she reminds him amusedly, before she withdraws to deposit his plate back on the tray on her desk. And, oops, to bend down and pick her own plate up from the floor and pile it on top of the first. "If you're really lucky, I might even do a twirl."
She picks up her own mug, sipping from it as she watches him. Well, if Martin's allowed to look at her then she's definitely going to look at him, and besides the blush (now approaching at least mid-torso; she really must test out her earlier hypothesis at some stage) she's rather intrigued by all those freckles.
Well, she didn't have much opportunity to study them last night.