A deal

"Well I was a little concerned that I would have to change my habits with a guy living here now," she responds with an impish grin. "But Ill make you a deal."

Her grin broadens and you lean towards her with a raised eyebrow. She whispers, "Ill let you be all the peeping tom you want, so long as you return the favor." She licks her lips, waiting for your response.

How exactly were you going to pass that up? You certainly had no problem with the redhead ogling you. And you are certain that if you knew she was doing it, you would rise to the occasion.

You give her a half grin and look off into space as if mulling it over. Then you mock frown and start to shake your head as you lean back away from her. She strikes a distinctly pixyish pose and pouts in what you are sure is an expression of disappointment as equally fake as your frown. Neither of you is fooling the other.

"Ok," you finally reply, "you twisted my arm. Deal." She flashes you a brilliant smile and triumphantly stabs a fork into her own bowl of pasta.

"It is unfortunate though," you begin, but trail off. A confused expression surrounds the long strand of pasta hanging from her lips. "You just finished your shower," you state bluntly as she sucks the noodle in, the traces of a smile at the corner of her lips. "I missed my first chance."