[ There are only a few times Baby can remember feeling this kind of mortification. Blurry memories when he was younger, but usually involving girls. The first time he had sex and came too fast. The first erection he's ever had in public.
But it's nothing like right now. It might be the very worst moment of his life, when he opens his eyes, barely undressed, a picture of Izzy open on his phone, his face flushed down to his neck. He stops moving, freezes up entirely, unable to even reach out and cover himself as he just stares at her, in the worst 'caught red-handed' situation he's ever been in.
He has no idea what to say that could make it better. He can't hear anything over the storm of his heartbeat, eyes focused on her lips to be able to read them and the disgust he's sure will come out. ]
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But it's nothing like right now. It might be the very worst moment of his life, when he opens his eyes, barely undressed, a picture of Izzy open on his phone, his face flushed down to his neck. He stops moving, freezes up entirely, unable to even reach out and cover himself as he just stares at her, in the worst 'caught red-handed' situation he's ever been in.
He has no idea what to say that could make it better. He can't hear anything over the storm of his heartbeat, eyes focused on her lips to be able to read them and the disgust he's sure will come out. ]
I - shit, Izzy, I'm sorry -