Stevie's grin grew wider. "I think it's pretty dead on." He let his eyes follow her figure nice and slow. Nothing perverted, his gaze didn't linger. It was more like someone appreciating a work of art. And to him she was a work of art. More beautiful than the Mona Lisa.
"Okay, I'll put them outside the door." He let his shirt slide the rest of the way off. Settling it just outside the bathroom door as he stepped through, closing behind him. With a few grunts and a good solid thud against the door, his jeans followed along with his boxershorts. "Thanks."