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Connor (leconnortemple) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

The look of compassion he'd been wearing as she went on about being hungry and cold and all slowly faded from his face. All that sat in its place was pure embarrassment, which deepened further as his eyes inevitably drifted to the area in question. Connor forced them back on Kimberly's pretty face, but he knew it'd taken too long. She had to have seen him staring. Well, it was her own fault, really, for bringing it up in the first place!

"I wouldn't know," he said with a hard swallow, moving his gaze to the wall behind her, the bookshelves nearby, anywhere but at what the cold was doing to her beneath that flimsy tank top. "Can't say I've ever had that problem," he added with an awkward little laugh. Oh, God, he was so pathetic. Stephen would have a field day if he heard about this, to say nothing of Andy. "Uh...why don't you um...go back in the room. When I open the door it's just going to get colder."

His face gave away his embarrassment more than anything else. Connor's cheeks and neck flushed bright red. But a playful little smirk crossed his face as he forced himself to add, "Not that I'm not enjoying the diamond cutting, but I don't think it's good for you to be that cold." Yeah. He was a moron.