Hobie planted you directly on his lap, one of your legs around his hip while the other straightened over his thigh. He placed his hand on the side of your waist, wrapping his fingers of his opposite hand on your chin.

Wanna tell me why you decided visiting me was the first thing you thought of in this sort of outfit? He asked in a whisper, his accent thickening as he leaned in, his lips plush against your neck. You trying to be a temptress?