Just after taking two bites of her food and clinking glasses with me three times in a row, Lily's face began to turn red. Although it was the kind of redness that came with intoxication and not bashfulness, it still added to her charm.
She rarely ever wore makeup to work, but today, even I could tell that she had put on eyeliner and a thin layer of foundation. My eyes then traveled down from her face to her body. Her outfit was covered up by her coat earlier, but she had taken it off before we started drinking. I took this opportunity to take in the sight of her upper body, accentuated by a hugging V-cut crop top.
I did not know if it was intentional or not, but she kept her elbows propped up on the table with one hand supporting her chin. It was the perfect angle that allowed me to pee
