He did just that, his eyes just staring at each new inch of exposed skin before taking in the thong before moving to turn his head away. He settled back on the couch again, still rolling his joint and thankful for the tray that was covering his very uncomfortable boner. He cleared his throat, shifting a bit as he glanced at her every so often laying on his bed. Jesus.

"You gonna stay all the way over there on the bed or come sit over here with me and smoke a little with me?" He asked, holding up the joint once he got it rolled. He raised an eyebrow at her, tilting his head a bit. "Or you gonna tell me you're a good girl that doesn't smoke."