||[Sep. 5th, 2003|01:03 pm]
it's like riding a biker
He quickly put down the dish towel he'd been twisting and started foraging in the cupboards as an excuse to look away.|
Wesley hoped that the back of his neck wasn't as red as he feared it was. He could feel Faith's eyes trailing up and back down his body. "Yeah," she said slowly. "You're attractive."
Wesley turned from his careful examination of the contents of his shelves to say something, anything, and walked straight into the open cupboard door.