You were wearing that, tank tops and short shorts. You were weary, since you've just woken up. As the energetic speedster he was, he was drinking hot milk and cookies you and Megan had baked yesterday, just when he sees you coming in wearing that. His eyes wander around your curves, specially your breasts and legs.

"Honey, you can't just wear that and not expect me to not stare," he says as you glare at him, crossing his legs to mask the growing tent in his pants