You do.

You stand there with Brooklyn for a few more seconds, before you start looking around. You’re not surprised when you don’t see anyone, as you figure you would have when you were hiding.

Finally, you lean in close to Brooklyn’s ear.

“I have an ulterior motive,” you tell her. “I figure that if you feel good, it’ll help you look good, and I don’t have to work so hard on the makeup.”

As if she hadn’t been having an angry conversation with her significant other, Brooklyn starts to laugh. You’re honestly unsure if you were caught trying to sneak a peek at the motion of her breasts.

“Insider secret”, you add, before raising your finger across both of your lips.

You were thinking largely about yourself, so it surprises you when she pulls it away, before quickly replacing it with her own lips.