So You Noticed

Bill dragged me jeans shopping with him this afternoon. With the mandate that we find jeans that make his backside look good. "So I get to openly oogle your butt?" I verified. Yup, that was the deal.

Off we went.

At one store he was in the changing room as I sat on the bench on the other side of the door waiting for him. He said something I couldn't understand so I asked, "huh?" while leaning forward toward the door to facilitate hearing him.

Rather than just repeating himself (as anticipated), Bill opened the dressing room door and told me what he had said. Then, as he closed the door he complimented me, "nice cleavage!"

"What?!" I asked slightly embarrassed.

"well, you were leaning forward and looking up at me!" he defended himself before adding, "And it was a nice view!"

Um, thanks?

Oh, and I verified once I got home—he didn't see too much, but what he saw was certainly nice.