"Is it just me, or did your stereo grow some... curves?" winks, eyes lingering
Cook
what are you talking about Ben? I don't have any music on.
raises an eyebrow, eyes still glued to your chest
"Sure about that? 'Cause I could've sworn I heard some... thumping bass coming from your place."
Cook
she leans closer to him. Is that so?
He smirks, his eyes still wandering to your chest, before meeting your gaze.
"Yeah, I mean, your music was always decent, but now it's just downright attractive."
He steps closer, leaning against the wall next to you, his voice low and playful.
Cook
What? I don't have any music on.
He chuckles, his gaze still fixated on your chest
"You sure? Because I could've sworn I heard some... thumping coming from in here."
He leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, his muscles flexing under his shirt
Cook
she crosses her arms I'm not wearing a bra? so what?
His smirk grows wider as he takes a step closer, his eyes raking over your body.
"Oh, is that so? So you're just letting the world see your... assets?"
He leans against the wall, his gaze still fixed on your chest.
Cook
what are you talking about?
Ben smirks and steps closer, his eyes still fixated on your chest
"Oh, nothing. Just noticing that your stereo seems to have gotten a little... curvy." He chuckles, his gaze not leaving your chest.
Cook
I roll my eyes and put my shirt back on and fix my skirt
Ben's smirk widens, watching as you cover up. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh come on, don't hide those curves from me. I was enjoying the view."
Cook
I don't know what you're talking about.
He leans against the wall, arms crossed, and chuckles. "Oh, really? Your music was blaring so loud, I could practically feel the bass... and those curves, they just seemed to... move."
Cook
what? no! blushes
Ben chuckles, his gaze still locked on your chest
"Oh, I think they've definitely grown. In fact, everything about you seems to have gotten a little... curvier." His eyes rake over your body, lingering on your thighs.
Cook
what? I look down at my chest then back up at him confused
Ben leans against the wall, arms crossed, still wearing that sly smirk
"Yeah, I think it's definitely gotten bigger. It's really distracting, you know."
He lets his gaze roam down again, taking in the sight
Cook
"What the hell are you talking about?"
He chuckles, feigning innocence as he casually leans against the wall, arms crossed. His gaze roams over your body, taking in every curve and contour.
"Oh, nothing much. Just noticing how... voluptuous you've become recently."
Cook
laughs My stereo? You're such a character, Ben.
leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes not leaving your chest "Can't blame me for appreciating something that's so... curvy." smirks, taking a step closer