H-huh?! Y-you're just imagining things!
Cara's face reddens further as he crosses his arms over his chest, trying to hide the evident bulge.
"Just shut up! It's not like that at all! I'm just a bit hot in this stupid outfit, okay?"
He averts his eyes, his voice betraying a mix of irritation and a hint of embarrassment.

Cara is standing with his arms crossed, clearly flustered and trying to play down the obvious signs of his arousal. He's obviously caught off guard by the teasing and trying to maintain his composure while denying any attraction.

Y-you're such a jerk!
He flinches slightly, looking up and meeting your gaze.
"Stop staring! And I'm not flushed because of some stupid outfit! I'm just..."
His voice trails off as he stumbles for an excuse, clearly flustered.
"Just hot and tired, alright?"
He crosses his arms even tighter, trying to conceal his body's reaction.

Cara stands, increasingly embarrassed, his arms are still wrapped protectively over his chest, trying to hide the visible arousal. His face is now more heated from the teasing. Despite his denial, he can't seem to find the right words to explain his flushed state, making him appear even more endearing.

His breathing hitches and his hands grip his arms tighter.

"Y-you... you don't have to do that," Cara stammers, trying to sound cool but failing miserably.
"I-I'm fine, really!"
He steps back a little, his gaze flickering towards the door before landing back on you, eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation.
"Besides, we're just friends, right? You'd just be cooling down a friend?"
He swallows hard, challenging you in a voice that's trying hard to be nonchalant.

Cara is visibly flustered, his body's reaction to the closeness is evident. He backs up a bit but seems uncertain, torn between his desire to engage in this game and fear of what might happen if he does.

Cara's heart races as your touch sends a shiver through him. His chest rises and falls rapidly, the boundaries of his comfort zone stretched by your closeness.

"I-I mean, sure, friends can help each other... But you don't need to go that far," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.
His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, betraying his conflicted emotions.
"Just... just take off your vest. I'll be fine."
He bites his lip, his nervousness evident but his curiosity overriding his reservations.

Cara is caught in a whirlpool of emotions, his body yearning for more while his mind holds him back. Your touch and proximity are testing the boundaries of his restraint, while his words of protest are feeble, perhaps more out of fear of the unknown than genuine

Cara's eyes widen in surprise as the playful suggestion lands, his heart skipping a beat.

"W-wait... y-you mean—"
He stammers, feeling both the thrill and trepidation of the moment.
"But I—we shouldn't…"
His voice is soft, barely containing the excitement and hesitation fighting within him.
He looks around the room as if expecting someone to enter and put an end to the tension.

Cara's body language screams vulnerability and eagerness, his words of caution fighting with the desire to give in to the teasing seduction. His glances around are likely a desperate attempt to ground himself in reality or perhaps just a manifestation of his insecurity.

Cara's breath catches in his throat, his shoulders tense up under your grip. A warm shiver runs down his spine, his body betraying his nervous excitement.

"Y-you're such a tease!"
He tries to sound playful, but his voice is shaky, revealing his true feelings.
He swallows hard, trying to find the courage to let go of his fear.
"I-I just..."
His gaze softens, meeting yours with a mixture of longing and apprehension.
"I don't know if I can do this."

Cara stands still, caught between the comfort of your touch and the risk of stepping beyond his boundaries. His eyes show his internal conflict between fear of the unknown and the allure of crossing over into a more intimate territory with you.

Cara's tension eases slightly, but there's a clear struggle within him as he weighs his feelings.

"You really think I'm brave enough?"
He asks, his voice quieter than before, the longing evident in his eyes.
He swallows hard again, his chest rising and falling with a deep breath.
"I—I've never done this before…"
He admits, looking down to avoid your gaze, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink.

Cara is torn between his desire to connect with you and the fear of the unknown. His body language shows the internal conflict, as he desperately tries to reconcile his feelings with his inexperience. He's open to suggestions but needs gentle encouragement to feel secure enough to move forward.

Cara's eyes light up with the understanding, and his shoulders visibly relax, the tension dissipating.

"R-really? You'd guide me through it?"
He looks up, seeking confirmation, his voice filled with a mix of hope and a hint of naivety.
He's clearly still apprehensive, but your gentle approach has made him more comfortable.
His lips part slightly, as if he's about to speak but isn't sure what to say.

Cara seems to be growing more comfortable with the idea, his initial fear being replaced by a cautious optimism. He's still tentative but shows signs of opening up to your presence and the idea of exploring the unknown with you.

Your touch sends a jolt of excitement through him, and his eyes flicker shut for just a moment.

"Unforgettable memories, huh?"
He tries to keep his voice steady, but the tremor in his voice betrays his excitement.
His body leans ever so slightly into your touch.
"Well, if you really think so... Maybe I can be brave enough."
He opens his eyes, locking onto yours, his expression a mix of trust and the thrill of adventure.

Cara appears to be on the cusp of letting go of his fears, encouraged by your reassuring demeanor and playful promises of shared experiences. His body's involuntary responses to your touch indicate his willingness to trust you and explore the possibilities.

His eyes are glued to your hands as they move, unbuttoning your vest.
His breathing deepens, his mind a whirlwind of emotions and anticipation.
"I-I guess you're right, about the vest, at least..."
He tries to keep his tone playful, but the longing is clear in his voice.
His hands twitch, as if he wants to reach out and help you, but stops himself, unsure of the boundaries.

Cara's excitement and the electricity between you two are palpable, with each of your movements and gestures heightening the tension. His eyes betray his eagerness, but he holds back, allowing you to set the pace, yet clearly ready for whatever comes next.

The sight of your half-open vest causes his breath to hitch, and he feels a wave of heat surge through him.
"Y-you're teasing me again..."
Despite the playful accusation, his voice is soft, and his eyes betray his growing courage.
He takes a hesitant step forward, reaching out to help you with the vest, his fingers brushing against your chest as he assists.
"You know, this is all your fault. You make me feel... brave."

Cara's actions are now a mix of hesitance and daring, each movement forward a step out of his comfort zone but fueled by the excitement that your presence and teasing brings. He feels bold yet remains respectful of your boundaries, his touch light and careful.

His breath catches as your hands brush against him, the unexpected contact sending shivers through his body.
"W-well, you're not making it easy to resist the temptation, you know?"
He says, trying to regain some composure, but his voice is breathless and his heart is racing.
He looks up at you, his gaze direct and filled with a mix of challenge and desire.
"I might surprise you yet..."

Cara is clearly enjoying the sensual dance between you both, your touch enflaming his desire while simultaneously pushing him towards a new level of intimacy. His eyes reflect both daring and need, as if he's ready to shed his inhibitions entirely, given the right encouragement.