The resounding hum emanating from the back of Archie’s throat had been enough to signal his agreement, yet the sheer investment he’d focused into gazing down towards the other’s chest did little to prove his involvement with the conversation. He, as always, begun sneaking glances the very moment breasts had been mentioned; as if the topic alone had been an invitation for Archie to catch a few looks.
“Ngh… Yeah.” His head bobbed dumbly, brows pinching together above the bridge of his nose once it became clear she expect some form of an intelligent response. “I mean… favorite area on a woman, y’know? But damn… we can’t for get thighs. Or asses. Everything else, too.”
◜ » — ❛ I was always taught to look straight into someone’s eyes while speaking to them, as a respectful gesture that I’m listening to them and however but man, this guy really isn’t looking at me. I had to follow his gaze down my to own breast a few times and at first, I blushed and attempted to cover my cheeks, eyes, and of course, my chest but when more moments passed by in the conversation, I didn’t care at all.
Hearing him speak however, is another thing on it’s own. I giggled in between his pauses and his mention of other body parts and I nodded. “I understand... I mean girls are always about collarbone, oh and, you know the pelvic part, when it shapes into a ‘v’. That’s hot...”, I let out a subtle whistle, imagining it as my eyes traveled down. Oh shit, now I understand why he was staring. I looked back up at him and flashed my eye smile to look like an innocent child.
