"Which is your favourite?" She asked.
He raised an eyebrow, his eyeball going from one end to another.
Is she asking what he is thinking?
"What type of films are your favourite?" She clarified, smiling at him.
Blushing slightly,he turned away hiding this embarrassed smile.
He had thought she was asking which of her clothing is his favourite.
The body-hugging tank top or the baggy black trouser?
His mind, like any other adult male mind had gone far, trying to picture what she would look like in the outfit so it had taken him aback to hear her question.
What is he supposed to say?
The body hugging tank top?
But wouldn't that make him a pervert?
But...
"Mine is horror, yours?"
He blinked in slight confusion before replying slightly dazed.
What exactly is making him so confused?
