“That is the SHIT,” Kaden said, his grin genuine, and his eyes lingering on her leg. She had amazing legs, artistic and fit, the muscles under her skin really, really attractive. He had to remind himself to pull his gaze away, although his eyes kept getting caught on other tattoos (and other curves) on their way back up to her face. What had she said? Food? “Yeah, I’d love some, actually.” School had probably let out already, and this would be around the time he’d be hunting down something to eat, either from the depths of his own fridge or someone else's (or, lately, various lonely McDonalds).