Henley laughs, delighted both by the fact that the image translated and by Jack's reaction and the fact that she can feel that horror.
"You asked for that," she tells him when she settles, relenting. She's done, if he is, and never mind the fact that he probably actually has the body to pull off a speedo, a little more built than Danny and, no offense to him, a little more fit than Merritt. And -- and she's shelving that thought now, really, she promises, and that in mind, she turns to the racks, looking for anything that catches her attention, too.
It's not long before she has a modest selection of things for both her and Jack, draped over one arm, and satisfied for the time being, she carries them over to him, pushing up on her toes as she approaches, to see what he ended up with. "Anything?"
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"You asked for that," she tells him when she settles, relenting. She's done, if he is, and never mind the fact that he probably actually has the body to pull off a speedo, a little more built than Danny and, no offense to him, a little more fit than Merritt. And -- and she's shelving that thought now, really, she promises, and that in mind, she turns to the racks, looking for anything that catches her attention, too.
It's not long before she has a modest selection of things for both her and Jack, draped over one arm, and satisfied for the time being, she carries them over to him, pushing up on her toes as she approaches, to see what he ended up with. "Anything?"