He unwrapped his arm slowly from her stiff form and looked down at her face - only to see it blazing red. For a moment, confusion lingered in his eyes just above the waning grin, dampening the pleasure in his own victory. Albeit the fact that he was a self proclaimed master of the ladies, it did seem to throw him off when he wasn't expecting the reaction. The flushed face, the stiff limbs, that breathy voice..
It was just about everything he could do to stop his grin returning full force once realization finally smacked him in the head. One hand reached up and settled on her shoulder, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.
"It's okay, Ida," he began, patiently, "you're not the first girl to get overwhelmed by the power of my abs." The grin did return then, but he managed to make it kind, teasing. Although he possessed an overwhelming amount of confidence (or just thinly veiled narcissism), he seemed to have a soft spot for the gentle hearts. The hand on her shoulder squeezed again before it fell away, nothing sexual or flirtatious about it. Just one big goofball trying to make her feel better.
"We can get some icecream if you want," then, almost as an afterthought, "or beer? My treat."
Whimsical Blue
