and possibly i like the thrill

"You're peeking," she squeaks, and he nods, chewing on his bottom lip. Galadriel's been thinking this look, this intensity, is just part of the new hot college Hal package, but they're staring at each other, and it feels different. Like there's a charge in the air between them, a thunderstorm about to break open.

She isn't sure why she's covering herself when he's looking at her like that, with a little half-guilty, half-charming smile that makes her nipples harden behind her fingers.

"I'm sorry," he says. He's not, but neither is she. "You're just so fucking hot."