Abbie gets more physically flirtatious with Adam

Adam pursed his lips, pausing for a moment, not sure how to answer Abbie's question. She was right, of course, he couldn't lie to her.

With a deep breath, he finally responded. "I'm fantasizing about what you look like under that dress."

Abbie smiled and looked down at herself. Her sundress was simple and attractive, nice enough for a semi-fancy brunch at a semi-fancy country club. It had basic straps on the shoulders, the material resting loosely on her body. Abbie didn't wear a bra (whether it was because she felt it was unnecessary or because Jake had suggested it, it didn't matter), and as Adam talked about imagining her body, Abbie became acutely aware of how her naked skin felt under her dress.

"And do I look good?" Abbie asked with a sexy grin.

Adam chuckled. "You know you do."

"Imagination is a powerful thing ... but it's a shame it's all in your mind."

Adam cocked his head to the side, looking at Abbie.

"Of course, maybe I look better in your vision than in real life. We wouldn't want to spoil that."

"Unless," Adam said, "there's a chance you look better in real life."

"Ah," said Abbie. "Unless that." As she spoke, she idly fingered one of the shoulder straps of her dress. The action was entirely intentional, of course, but she kept her eyes on Adam as if to suggest that her fingers were working of their own accord.

Adam watched Abbie's hand touching the strap. "What are you doing?" he said slowly.

"Nothing," said Abbie. "Just ... moving a bit of cloth against my skin."

Adam's breath staggered for a moment, and he swallowed to catch himself. "What's that?"

"My skin," said Abbie. "That's what you're fantasizing about, isn't it?"

Adam nodded.

"You're wondering what my shoulder feels like. And what it would be like to touch me, to push this little meaningless strap of cloth away."

Adam nodded again, breathing more deeply.

"We're both very open and honest people, aren't we? You could just ask. Just ask the question you want to ask."

Adam took a breath and exhaled. "Can I move the strap of your dress?"

"Mm-hm," said Abbie without hesitation. "You can."

Adam reached his hand out and gingerly took hold of the shoulder strap Abbie had been toying with. He slowly pushed off her shoulder, leaving it to dangle limply at the side of her arm. As he did, and as his fingers rubbed against Abbie's shoulder, he felt how smooth and warm her skin was.