[Buck knows she looks good. It's not the most important thing about herself the way it might've come close to being in the past, but she knows that she's attractive, knows how to play up what's naturally there when she wants to. The smirk she gives him as he takes in the sight of her is smug and pretty self-satisfied.
Then he starts to follow suit getting undressed, and she's happily rewarded by the sight of his bare torso. It's not like she's never seen him shirtless before - he was literally shirtless the first time she saw him - but that doesn't mean it's not a beautiful sight. Not to mention there's something very different about seeing him shirtless in the locker room versus him taking his shirt off right in front of her, for her to see.
Then it's like he sort of loses his balance for a second, and she sits up incredibly fast to reach out and steady him by the arm. It takes a moment to realize what happened, and when she does, she has to bite back the urge to giggle at him.] Easy. It's not a race.
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Then he starts to follow suit getting undressed, and she's happily rewarded by the sight of his bare torso. It's not like she's never seen him shirtless before - he was literally shirtless the first time she saw him - but that doesn't mean it's not a beautiful sight. Not to mention there's something very different about seeing him shirtless in the locker room versus him taking his shirt off right in front of her, for her to see.
Then it's like he sort of loses his balance for a second, and she sits up incredibly fast to reach out and steady him by the arm. It takes a moment to realize what happened, and when she does, she has to bite back the urge to giggle at him.] Easy. It's not a race.