Barry noticed the slight bounce of Lucy's chest when the door slammed shut. His eyes dropped before quickly rising again to meet her face, a flicker of amusement dancing in his gaze. She looked flustered, cheeks already tinted pink. He took a step forward, slow and quiet.
Lucy took a step back.
He took another. She moved again, backwards, her breath caught in her throat.
The game continued until her back hit the edge of his desk. Barry's arms moved, landing on either side of her, caging her in without touching. His head tilted slightly, studying her. She was a puzzle he hadn’t figured out yet. Always running, always talking back, yet always blushing like this.
Her green eyes were wide, too wide, staring right into his like she was trying to figure him out too.
"You like to watch, mmh?
