[Man, it's almost painful watching her navigate her way through that, but with uncharacteristic patience, he waits it out and lets her get there. As if he could speak up anyway, not with how her progress fills him with a heat that eclipses the lingering warmth of the shower and the booze.
He visibly perks towards the end of that, realizing with a downward pulse, that he had not indeed been wrong with where his mind had wandered, and perhaps it's almost too quickly he stands (nearly losing his towel when doing so).]
Your boy wants to be there, yo!
[He nearly verbally stumbles over himself in responding. At least he's eager? His heart is thumping excitedly in his chest, and he can't help where his mind goes as he stares down at her.]
Like I said, I ain't tired, but I ain't got no issue goin' to bed with ya.
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He visibly perks towards the end of that, realizing with a downward pulse, that he had not indeed been wrong with where his mind had wandered, and perhaps it's almost too quickly he stands (nearly losing his towel when doing so).]
Your boy wants to be there, yo!
[He nearly verbally stumbles over himself in responding. At least he's eager? His heart is thumping excitedly in his chest, and he can't help where his mind goes as he stares down at her.]
Like I said, I ain't tired, but I ain't got no issue goin' to bed with ya.
[Obviously in more ways than one...]