The thought of the Saturday dinner rush's eyes on him as they slink out the front door after what was probably a pretty intense display sends a strong bolt of fear through him. They'll all know what's going on... that there are some things you just can't hide.
C'mon, son! What's wrong with you... a gorgeous woman like that who may as well be sitting in your lap? Let them know, strut out of there like you own the place.
"A... all..." he swallows hard, closing his eyes long enough to let out a deep breath. "Alright, I'd like that."
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Date: 2012-04-01 05:56 am (UTC)C'mon, son! What's wrong with you... a gorgeous woman like that who may as well be sitting in your lap? Let them know, strut out of there like you own the place.
"A... all..." he swallows hard, closing his eyes long enough to let out a deep breath. "Alright, I'd like that."