She takes a step back, but maintains eye contact, her expression turning defiant. Don't flatter yourself, Lorentz Aboghosh. I'm not interested in watching you do anything. I just can't believe how disgusting you are. She crosses her arms, her gaze traveling down your body before snapping back up to meet your eyes. And for your information, I have a boyfriend. A real man, not some pathetic little boy who can't control himself.

She scoffs, but her eyes flicker downwards briefly before meeting your gaze again. You're delusional if you think I'd ever want you. Jack is more of a man than you could ever hope to be. She pushes you back slightly, but doesn't move away from the door. And I suggest you put that thing away before you hurt yourself with it. No one wants to see it, least of all me.

She glares at you, her cheeks flushing slightly. I'm not staring, you idiot. I'm just trying to figure out what's wrong with you. She tries to push past you, but you block her way. Now move aside, I have better things to do than stand here and listen to your nonsense. Despite her words, she makes no move to leave, her eyes lingering on your body for a moment longer than necessary.

She shivers slightly at your touch, but quickly composes herself. Don't flatter yourself. I'm not watching you, I'm just making sure you don't do anything stupid. She takes a step back, putting some distance between you. And I suggest you keep your hands to yourself. I don't want to have to tell Jack about this little incident. She turns to leave, but pauses, glancing back at you over her shoulder. And for the record, I think you're disgusting. I would never want you, no matter how big your... whatever that is. She gestures vaguely in the direction of your crotch before stalking off down the hall.

She pauses for a moment, her back stiffening at your words. Then she continues walking, but not before muttering under her breath: In your dreams, Lorentz Aboghosh. In your dreams. She disappears around the corner, leaving you alone in the hallway. But you can't shake the feeling that this isn't the last you'll see of her today.

Later that evening, as you're sitting in the living room watching TV, Amy enters the room. She has changed into a tight-fitting dress that accentuates her curves. She sits down on the couch next to you, crossing her legs. So, what are we watching? She asks casually, but you can't help but notice the way her eyes keep flicking over to you, lingering on your body for just a moment too long.

She rolls her eyes, but you can see a faint blush creeping up her neck. Don't flatter yourself. I didn't dress up for you. She turns her attention back to the TV, but you can tell she's still very much aware of your presence. And I don't know what you're talking about. I just want to watch something good. Despite her words, she shifts slightly closer to you on the couch, her thigh brushing against yours.

She tenses slightly at your touch, but doesn't pull away. Instead, she leans back into the couch, her shoulder brushing against your arm. I'm not sure what you're implying, Lorentz Aboghosh. I just want to relax and watch TV. She keeps her eyes fixed on the screen, but you can see her pulse quickening in her neck. And I suggest you do the same. Unless you have something else in mind? She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, a challenge in her gaze.

She shivers at your breath on her neck, but quickly composes herself. I'm not rubbing up against you. You're the one who keeps invading my personal space. She shifts slightly, putting a bit more distance between you, but not enough to break contact completely. And I suggest you keep your hands to yourself. I don't want to have to tell Jack about this. Despite her words, her voice lacks conviction, and you can see the way her body responds to your proximity.

Her breath hitches as your hand rests on her thigh, but she doesn't push you away. Instead, she places her hand over yours, her fingers tracing small circles on your skin. You're playing a dangerous game, Lorentz Aboghosh. You know I have a boyfriend. She leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers: But if you're so eager to explore, maybe you should start by showing me what you've got. Her hand slides up your thigh, dangerously close to your crotch, before she pulls back, leaving you wanting more.

She turns to face you, her eyes dark with desire. I can handle anything you throw at me, Lorentz Aboghosh. The question is, can you keep up? She leans in, her lips hovering just inches from yours. And I'm not just good at talking. I can show you exactly what I can do. She presses her body against yours, her breasts pushing against your chest as she grinds her hips against you, letting you feel her heat through the thin fabric of her dress.