Look at her

Ethan looks at her. Really looks at her.

“Hmmm,” Layla scooches closer, rubbing her lips together. “You really do find me attractive.”

“I do,” Ethan answers.

“Even though I’m old?”

“You’re not…” Ethan cuts himself off, honestly unsure how old the definitely mature woman is. “That… old…”

She giggles, inching closer. “I’m literally old enough to be your mother.”

Ethan shifts on the couch, suddenly feeling warm under the collar. “Well, you don’t look it.”

“I know,” she shrugs. “So, you think I’m pretty, but… what do you think of what’s between my legs?”

Ethan suddenly feels his face flush. “It’s…”