Liam and George
He listened to George, though in truth he couldn't tear his eyes away from her chest. He watched how she breathed and told himself that he would keep his eyes only against hers, but yet his gaze never failed to train on her chest. "Yeah..." he replied, though he was near mesmerized by her upper half. Pull it together, he trained himself and his eyes finally met with hers. He smiled, a subtle grin in pride that he was able to tear his eyes away from a very appealing part of her body. He blamed it on the dress. It wasn't as if he were a pervert or anything. Or was he? He was starting to feel like one and color became evident on his pale cheeks.
He tried to put his weight on the table, his hand reaching out to grasp it. But he wasn't close enough. With a sharp gasp, he prevented his fall by holding on to the very thing he couldn't stop staring at. His pulse raced, his heart was trapped in his throat. The worst part is, he didn't stop touching them, he just looked at George with a horrified face. "Oh..Oh god."
They felt quite nice, but Liam was sure he was in deep shit. He pulled his hands away and looked down. "Shite...I'm sorry." Was really all that could leave his lips.