Lori was back in the awkward position as her hands hovered over his sides. Her eyes wide, mouth slightly agape in a smile, and slightly frozen in place as she just stared at the body in front of her, only a thin fabric covering it from its full glory. She was certain her face was as red as a tomato. She had never taken off somebody else’s shirt before. Her plan had slightly backfired.<br/><br/>She closed her mouth and very slowly grabbed the ends of his shirt, lifting it a little bit. That was when she got an eyeful of just a hint of what was underneath and the embarrassment came back in full force. Her heart was racing and she was trying her best to keep her breath even.<br/><br/>She couldn’t do it. At least, not while she kept looking. With that, she closed her eyes and turned away, but kept lifting. Her fingers would occasionally graze across his bare skin as she lifted, forcing her hand to react and pull away slightly before continuing in the upwards motion.<br/><br/>She would need his help when she reached just beneath his arms to finish the job. But after taking a quick moment to breathe, she peaked an eye open to see the end result...and if she were a dog she would be a drooling mess. She had completely forgotten about the deal as she stared in awe. Her eyes roamed all over the chiseled perfection. He reminded her of an ancient Greek statue. Before she could think better of herself, her hands found themselves functioning as if with a mind of their own. Holding her breath, she moved her fingers very carefully and slowly, as if what she was about to touch was the most fragile thing, onto his skin, gently running them along the grooves of his muscles, exploring every nook and cranny that she could. Even the area where his human half met his horse half was interesting for her touch.<br/><br/>She had never done something so intimate before. She wanted to mentally scold herself for just invading his space without even asking, but something in her mind couldn’t help it. Eventually she found the courage to lift her gaze from his body to his face, her own face still red. Her expression held something that couldn’t quite be placed. Her palms were pressed completely on his body by this point, just taking in his warmth. There was a fire in her and just the brim of it could be seen on her cheeks, but there was something else if one observed close enough into her eyes and knew what to look for...<br/><br/><i>20 seconds left Mr. Rowburg</i>. Professor Dragul’s voice could be heard inside Lawrence’s head, reminding him of the time.