While I was trying not to check out his body, he didn't have the same problem. He gazed at my breasts a few seconds longer than he'd ever done before. I had my babies tucked in tight with no cleavage showing, so I wasn't sure why he stared so long.

"Do friends stare like that?" I couldn't help asking because heat was traveling to my cheeks.

"This friend does. You look nice." He gave me a crooked grin.

Nice. That was good, right? So why stare at my boobs? I didn't ...