14. Stop and Stare
Canon. Donna isn't wearing a bra, Harvey can't stop staring.
"Harvey."
"What?" he replies snapping out of his daze.
"You're staring."
"I — Ugh. Sorry," he mutters.
"Is there a reason you're staring at me?"
There was. He and Donna had decided to spend Sunday afternoon having a picnic in the park. They'd been dating a few weeks now, so it wasn't like their relationship was completely new, but it was unlike Harvey to just stare. He knew that.
It was just... ever since he picked her up, he hadn't been able to move past his initial thought. The one that popped into his mind as she strolled towards his parked car.
She wasn't wearing a bra.
Donna was hardly one to dress down. But today she was dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt. With nothing underneath.
He didn't mean to stare. But he finds he can't help himself. It was just so sexy.
He doesn't want to come off as rude for staring, but he can't help it.
"This sounds so childish but, your top."
She looks down and panics, "did I spill something?"
"No. What's under, or not under it," he mumbles, embarrassed.
"Oh."
"Not that there's anything wrong with that. Actually, it's quite the opposite I think it's incredibly sexy and you should do it more often."
She cocks her head and a small smile grows on her lips as he ramble.
"Or not. You know, whatever you're comfortable with really..."
"Harvey?"
"Yes?"
"Just stop talking," she laughs.