Priyanka returns with a smile on her face

After a minute Priyanka comes back smiling. She sits down, a little closer to Leigh than before, and picks up her textbook. They get back to work, but Leigh is getting warmer and warmer. She considers just taking off her flannel button-down shirt, but that is probably too forward. Instead, she says, "I'll be right back. Just gonna change into something a little comfier."

She trots to her bedroom, unbuttoning her shirt as she goes. She goes in and leaves the door open--thinking that Priyanka just went to the bathroom, so if she walks up now, it'll clearly be because she hopes to see Leigh changing--and pulls off her shirt and pushes her jeans to the floor.

It is at that point she notices the dildo on her bed. Fuck, she thinks. She had used it this morning when she got up, and had neglected to do anything with it. Had Priyanka seen it? Is that what she was smiling at? If so, was that a good thing?

Leigh flushes and hurries to change. She puts on a tight pair of cotton shorts and a little tank top, daring to rid herself of her bra as well. Now appearing quite comfortable, but actually nervous as hell, Leigh makes her way back to the living room.

Priyanka looks up and immediately her eyes go wide. "Sorry," she hurries to apologize. "It's just...you look great."

"Thank you," Leigh answers, beaming. "So do you," she dares to say.

Priyanka laughs. "I didn't change into skimpy clothes."

Leigh high-fives herself in her mind. What a perfect set-up. "You didn't have to."

It's Priyanka's turn to blush, then she says "are you hitting on me?"