He doesn't look at her until she’s rounding the couch. But when he does, she knows she’s made a good call. His eyes fill with lust as they travel up her body. The shirt must be tight on him because while it’s big on her, she isn’t swimming in it. It clings enough that she knows when her nipples harden from his stare that he can see it. It’s also long enough just to cover everything, but to make it completely obvious that she is not wearing shorts underneath. He’s touching her leg as soon as she’s within reaching distance of him. Fingers trailing up to play with the hem of his shirt as she moves to stand in front of him. Chilly fingers wrap around the back of her thighs, gently squeezing as they trace circles on her exposed skin. 