Oopsie Daisy
Continued from this ask with @heatherxmp
(...)“Yeah?” He says playfully, fingers drawing the edge of the material up. The action brings a slice of his toned stomach into view and Heather adds, “What color is it then?”
Kaz had answered so fast to try and save his own ass that the fool had blurted out the wrong type of shirt; so it was more than obvious he wasn't gonna get this next one right either. Because his dear sweet Heather, happened to be hot as fuck. The mother fucker knew it too. Sometimes it was innocent in the way he stole Kaz's attention so easily and had him tripping over himself like this, and sometimes it was very clear he was putting it on. Right now?? The man was putting it on. To no ones surprise, that laugh and the way he smiled paired with the eye catching draw of his hand up a honeyed toned stomach, Kaz was done for. 'Shot in the heart and you're too late if everyone catches my drift.' Kaz's subconscious says off script as he looks at you reading this from whatever device you're on.
The goth's black rimmed eyes fall immediately to the happy trail that leads into those silver lined boxers that hug dirty-thought-giving hip bones. "Calvin Klein." Damn it. Well that was not at all the question and not at all what Kaz was supposed to say and now that he's gone and embarrassed himself three times in the span on five minutes, he's turning on his heels and scoffing. "I'm late to work. Meet me there on my break."
