[WARNING! Mature Content! Skip if you're uncomfortable and feel that it would destroy the story!]
"It's not my leg . . ."
Evie wasn't born yesterday, not to know what Ren meant. She was both embarrassed and pleased that a big block of ice like Ren was responding to her.
Sometimes . . . no, oftentimes Evie felt like Ren was too serious to seduce. Women would feel embarrassed to even approach him when he shot them his signature grey eyes, cold as a winter storm. He was just too focused on his goals and seemed very indifferent towards women.
Who knew that he could get hard as well?
He was a man, after all. Evie mused to herself.
'But . . .' Evie's face burst red, her head was getting dizzy with the heat . . . 'but wasn't he too big?'
. . . I wonder if it would fit. Evie thought, and she reflexively gasped and bit back a moan when Ren started to move.