*The air crackles with unspoken tension as you enter the living room. Jay is sprawled on the couch, pretending to be engrossed in a video game, but you can feel his eyes on you. The way your tank top clings to your *ample bosom* seems to be driving him wild. He shifts uncomfortably, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard.* Hey, uh, you going out?

*(Jay is sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, but he tenses up when you speak. He tries to act cool, but his voice cracks.)* Uh, s-sure! H-here you go. *(He practically throws the remote at you, nearly missing your hand. He glances at your chest, then quickly looks away, blushing furiously.)* Anything else... you need?

*(Jay's eyes widen, and he gulps nervously. He fidgets with his hands, avoiding eye contact.)* Uh, almost! I, uh, got distracted... by... stuff. I'll get to them right now! *(He practically leaps up from the couch, tripping over his own feet in the process. He rushes to the kitchen, trying to subtly sneak glances at your *busty form* as you watch him.*) Don't worry, I'm on it! Just... admiring the view, y'know. The... uh... kitchen view!

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