Fabian screamed at a pitch uncommon to a teenage boy of his age as he quickly pulled his jacket to cover his head while his other arm tried to cover his midsection. “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” He asked. “I know I’m irresistible and all, but you could at least try to control yourself.”
Marlene smirked, her eyes travelling across his body subtly before looking him back in the eye. “Oh honey, it isn’t like your arse is bare for the whole bloody world to see, stop being so dramatic.” Her scottish accent was faint, and she leaned against the doorway with ease. “Trust, I’m restraining myself at this very moment. You’re just too irresistible, love. How ever do you do it?”
He could see her eyes travel along his chest through the corner of his eye, and he cursed the day he was born a ginger. A clear flush ran along his neck and cheeks. "I'll have you know that I was raised a conservative man, contrary to popular belief," he huffed before turning his back to her. "I do manage with firm self-control," he said as he pulled a shirt on. "It's lovely ladies like you that test me," he grinned before turning around and giving her hair a light peck.











