Bolton was thinking that what happened next was...a little interesting. After all, he was a basketball player, right? So he should be used to seeing other guys taking of their clothes, like in the locker rooms and stuff. But there was ogling. Oh, God, was there ogling, as Ronan pulled his shirt of over his head and Bolton had gotten a good look at him while he tossed it aside, and then his brain could only think of one thing:
Ronan? Was kind of hot.
No. Not kind of. Very.
His eyes shifted as he thought for a fleeting second about that joke. And then his face turned very red. He took a dive into the bed he was sitting on.
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Date: 2007-09-30 10:17 pm (UTC)Ronan? Was kind of hot.
No. Not kind of. Very.
His eyes shifted as he thought for a fleeting second about that joke. And then his face turned very red. He took a dive into the bed he was sitting on.
"Yeah. G'nite!"