Sarra rose slowly, her curvy frame swaying as she adjusted her top, those massive, gravity-defying boobs jiggling softly, drawing Nash's eyes like a magnet.
She stepped closer, her hand brushing his chest, voice trembling with as much courage as she could gather.
"Nash... we're alone now. After what you said outside, about my body, my heart... You... You really feel like it, right? T-then... I think I know what you would like. I want it too."
Her fingers clutched his shirt, clingy and sweet, her eyes behind her glasses searching his for reassurance, her scandalous curves pressing closer.
Girl, between sweet and spicy, you should really pick a poison.
Nash swallowed. He expected the beast in him to jump on her now, but as he had increased his control, his way of thinking had shifted slightly.
He was calm enough to notice the duality in what she was saying and what she was doing, even the way she phrased it.
In doubt, he did the reasonable choice, pulling up her system.
