His pasty bare legs are cute too. Lee had tried her hardest to get him into something shorter, but he'd put his foot down. She'd thought she might win that battle since she sort of won the fight to get him into better suits (though she knows he doesn't always wear them), but he'd proved surprisingly stubborn. At least she'd gotten him in shorts at all.
She puts her hand on his knee and lets it travel up and down his leg. Her fingers card through his hair, dividing a path behind which his curls spring back into place.
“You should take your shirt off,” she suggests, slightly muffled. She's a lot less shy about that than she used to be.