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"Huh..." Ethan remembers that day well, after a bit of help, although some minor details in his recollection don't quite match up with Charlie's account.

"You totally were staring at her tits."

That part matches perfectly.

"I was..." Ethan thinks about adding the word 'not', but can't manage the protest. Instead, he offers a small shrug. "I was fourteen! I was staring at tits pretty much every free moment I had!"

"Then what's your excuse for all the staring now?" Charlie teases. "Since you're not fourteen anymore."

Ethan scoffs. Charlie has no way to know how much staring he's been doing lately, and is clearly just yanking his chain. "I don't stare at tits that much."

"So you admit you do stare."

"When the occasion strikes."

"Uh-huh," Charlie's lips form a weird smile, one that catches Ethan's deeper interest. "And what sorts of occasions are you talking about?"

"Well," Ethan forgets for a very, very brief moment who he's talking to. "I suppose when I see a nice part of tits."

Charlie nods her head slightly. "I see..."

The way she trails off makes Ethan's ears burn. He can't tell if it's a challenge or an invitation.