There came a certain point, during the new song, that Briar stopped bouncing along to the song.
Oh, she was still feeling far more cheerful now, her spirits lighter and not so bitter despite her injuries and situation--but that wasn't all. She was feeling oddly distracted, too, and no longer really paying attention to the song, though she was watching Dirk. Her head was slightly tilted as she studied him with a fresh sort of appreciation, her eyes following along the curves of his neck and shoulders, the lines of his collar bone, his toned chest and sculpted abs...
And lower, to the towel, which she knew was hiding something quite impressive, despite all the dick jokes she'd tossed his way. Her face heated at the thought as she recalled that he'd undressed her, and as she looked back up at his face, her eyes lingered a bit longer on his lips. They looked kissable, and she got tingles all over as she wondered what they'd feel like against her neck--
...What.
What the fuck?!
Briar's face flushed hot and she shook herself, sitting bolt upright. What the?! Where did that even come from?! She started to rake a hand through her hair but stopped short, since her hand was wounded, and instead let it fall back into her lap. Wow, Briar. Wow. Yeah, she'd realized he was attractive--sexy, even! Like, she wouldn't mind it if he wanted to throw her down and--
FOCUS!