"You have to comparison shop to know which one is better." Finn Hawthorne held her hand down, not letting go. The position was a bit... delicate.
Faye Vaughn struggled, but she couldn't pull her hand back.
She still hadn't recovered from her illness and felt weak and drained of energy. Compared to Finn Hawthorne's formidable strength, her resistance was completely futile.
When Finn Hawthorne got stubborn, he was incredibly persistent. He insisted on an answer. "My body... isn't it better than my older brother's?"
Faye Vaughn felt the muscles under her palm tense up. His body temperature seemed to be rising, though he might not have been aware of it.
If her hand moved just a little bit lower, his towel would fall off.
"You have a great body, happy now?" Faye Vaughn squeezed her eyes shut and started spouting nonsense. "You're young, handsome, strong, and capable. How can your older brother possibly compare to you?"
