Beauty stepped out of the back seat, looking slightly self-conscious in his hoodie and sweatpants.
From Bruno's perspective.
She looked incredible!
The sleeves were a little too long for her hands. The sweatpants hugged her hips, emphasizing the natural shape he had always admired from afar.
She looked natural, like she belonged in that hoodie.
And that realization made his chest tighten in a way that his breath hitched and his heart ached.
He never knew that outfit could look that good. Maybe because it was the body that was wearing it.
It was loose on him, but on her, it was like gym wear, showing every curve.
Now that she was in his pants and hoodie, what next?
Would she be in his arms?
Bruno swallowed tightly.
Also, is she wearing underwear down there?
Just curious, possibly not, that's why she had her hand covering her front side.
So we've been inside the same pants without underwear?
We just had sex indirectly! Can we make a baby too?
What will our kid's name be?
"Sir Bruno? Is everything alright?"
Beauty interrupted his thoughts; she was already inside the car, looking a bit uncomfortable by his stare.
He had been in the same spot, a hand rubbing his chin, staring at her.
"Is she that fat!
Does she look ugly in his outfit?"
She asked herself these questions, feeling embarrassed.
"Sir Bruno?"
She called the second time.
Bruno blinked and snapped out of his thoughts.
"Sorry about that."
Bruno replied, trying to keep his expression neutral, and scratched the back of his neck.
He had to look away for a moment, focusing on the raindrops falling from the sky, anything to steady himself. But his eyes couldn't help but find their way back to her, drinking in the sight of her in his hoodie.
He couldn't deny the effect Beauty had on him. Seeing her like this, in his clothes, looking so effortlessly beautiful, made him fall even harder for her.
He had always found her attractive, but now, the sight of her stirred something deeper, a need to protect her, to hold her close, to be the one she turned to when she needed comfort and care.
"He is lost in thought again, what will I say?"
Beauty said to herself.
"You don't have to apologize, Sir Bruno."
"Eh?"
Bruno blinked again absentmindedly.
Beauty blushed, her eyes downcast with embarrassment on his behalf.
Also, the outfit was hugging her body tightly, and she was starting to smell like Bruno!
Bruno cleared his throat, trying to act cool after such an embarrassing display.
Good thing, he was only like this with her, he thought.
"Ready to go?" he asked Beauty.
She looked up at him with a shy smile, her eyes soft and adorable, she tried to avoid his eye contact.
Bruno climbed back inside the car.
He couldn't help but steal a glance at Beauty. Her damp hair framed her face, and she had the most beautiful visual.
He wanted to compliment how good she looked in that outfit.
But that might sound creepy.
Despite the cold outside, he felt a growing warmth beneath his waist, a tightness that was hard to ignore.
"Not now, you damn third leg!"
He yelled in his head.
Once they were all settled in the car, Beauty stole a glance at Bruno.
His hair was very wet and tousled, droplets of rain were glistening on his skin.
His shirt clung to his body, outlining his broad shoulders and defined chest.
The wet fabric emphasized every muscle, showcasing his athletic build.
His arms looked strong and sculpted, and were still slick with rainwater.
His large hands, designed with a seductive looking network of veins, moved to the steering wheel and down.
She wondered if he would grab her thighs with those and give her an electrifying squeeze, then move further in-between her thighs.
She felt a sudden throbbing under her and her throat dry.