- Eames... Can you be ready in five minutes.
Why did Goren want her ready in five minutes.
What did that mean?
She was continually locked in that apartment with her tormentor.
It was useless.
Besides...
Goren would be forced to choose clothes for her.
Not that she minds...
But...
She would need a bra...
Eames blushed violently.
It was so embarrassing...
So disturbing...
To imagine Goren's fingers brushing against the fabric.
She burst into flames.
Damn it...
She had to get that image out of her head.
She had to pull herself together...
And stop rambling.
Eames looked good in her tank top, and her little shorts.
Why would she change...
Seeing that Eames did not question him...
Standing there...
In place.
Goren decided to tell her what he had planned.
- We're going to go for a walk.
At his words, a big smile appeared on Eames' lips, lighting up his face.
Had she heard him right...
Had Goren really spoken his words.
Did he really intend to take her out...
Her heart beat violently in her chest at this hope.
Eames was so happy.
She had been pestering him to go out for so long.
And today...
He had accepted.
It was wonderful.
Goren could not take his eyes off Eames.
That smile on her face...
Her cheeks were pink with excitement.
He wouldn't erase such a picture from his memory for anything in the world.
His heart drummed violently in his chest, ready to break.
He was breathless.
He pulled himself together.
This was not the time to linger.
Goren had planned a little surprise for Alex.
He had finally resolved to please her.
At least get it out once.
She was beaming with happiness at the idea of going out.
- You want me to help you...
At his words, Eames blushed violently, his heart beat violently in his chest.
Helping her get dressed...
Goren could not be serious.
To the head that Eames made...
He understood that he had expressed himself badly.
- I meant... to choose clothes for you.
At her words, Eames felt relieved, but against all odds, was also disappointed.
She nodded her head.
Eames blamed herself for thinking that Goren could have such ideas about her.
He was not that kind of boy...
To take advantage of the situation.
Goren went to the dresser and opened the first drawer.
He blushed violently, falling nose to nose at the sight of the panties, and the bras.
Damn it...
It was him who had put them away.
He behaved like a teenager.
He washed her panties well...
So why was he always so embarrassed.
It was so embarrassing...
So disturbing.
Hands shaking, heart beating, face all scarlet, he took between his fingers a bra, and a small white lace panties.
The image of the underwear covering the body of Alex, crossed his spirit.
He burst into flames.
- Bobby...
At the sound of Eames' voice, he jumped, red-faced, as if caught off guard.
What the hell...
What was wrong with him to have such images in his head.
He absolutely had to pull himself together.
He closed the first drawer, and opened that of the lower one, taking out a shirt, and a skirt, and closed the drawer.
- Shirt and skirt... It suits you...
Eames nodded.
Goren went to put the clothes on the bed, right next to Alex.
- I put them right next to you.
He walked over, and stopped, turned around.
- If you need me...
At his words, Eames turned scarlet.
Need him...
This was the second time he had alluded to it.
Would he be embarrassed...
Eames smiled, tenderized.
Knowing him...
It was quite possible.
Damn it...
What the...
What was the idea of making the holes so small to thread the buttons through.
Eames couldn't get the buttons through the holes in the shirt.
And the more she couldn't do it...
The more she got angry...
Grumbling and raging.
Eames was reluctant to ask Goren for help.
It was out of the question.
For one...
Because she could do it on her own.
And two...
Because she didn't want him to see her in her bra.
But as time went on...
She realized that she would have to call him.
So...
She resigned herself.
- Bobby...
Eames heard Goren's footsteps coming closer.
She clutched the two corners of the shirt between her fingers, trying her best to hide her chest.
- You called me...
Eames flinched.
She was standing with her back to him, and she stood there motionless, as if paralyzed, her fingers nervously gripping his shirt.
- I need you.
At his words, Goren walked towards Eames, and when he came face to face with her, he stopped as if forbidden, looking away, all red.
Eames was there, all rosy, keeping preciously the two flaps of the shirt stuck together, trying to hide her chest as best she could.
What the hell...
Eames seriously wasn't going to ask her to close...
He couldn't.
It was too embarrassing.
- It should be...
Eames turned scarlet, lowering his face.
At her hesitation, her pink cheeks, Goren understood that she was indeed asking him to close his shirt.
She was just as embarrassed as he was, to ask him such a thing.
- I don't...
Damn it...
He just couldn't do it.
How to tell her...
Explain to her.
Eames was a woman...
And a very pretty one at that...
And he was a man.
Goren couldn't risk seeing her breasts by accident...
Nor could he risk touching her skin.
That would be too much...
Oh, God...
It was so embarrassing...
So disturbing...
And way too intimate.
- Bobby... At Eames' worried voice, he snapped out of his thoughts. You're still here...
On the spot, Goren was ashamed of himself.
He forgot that Eames was very fragile...
And since her blindness...
She had many fears.
He had to take on himself...
And reassure her.
- I'm here... Alex.
At Goren's voice, Eames' face brightened.
Goren took a deep breath, and moved his trembling hands towards the shirt.
His heart was beating violently in his chest, ready to explode.
He took the fabric between his fingers, drops of sweat beading from his forehead.
- It's okay, Alex... Goren couldn't hide the confusion in his voice. I have the shirt in my hands.
Eames nodded, dropping her hands from the fabric, letting Goren close the shirt.
She felt her heart racing as he began to button the buttons, his fingers trembling, inadvertently touching her skin.
Goren should have looked away.
He had the vision of her bra before his eyes, revealing the lovely shape of her small breasts.
It was troubling...
His fingers brushed against her satiny skin several times, setting her on fire all over.
Damn it...
Why didn't he look away...
It was like he was hypnotized.
He couldn't take his eyes off her chest.
Eames had really nice little breasts...
Is the remaining...
- Bobby... Goren jumped, as if caught off guard. You're done...
What the hell...
He still had his hand on the last button of his shirt...
Even though he had buttoned his entire shirt.
He had to get his act together.
Goren tried to recompose his voice.
- Yes... I'm done.
At his words, Eames gave a shy smile, still embarrassed by such intimacy.
- Thank you.
Why did Eames thank him...
It was quite normal.
Besides...
If she had known what he had in mind...
She wouldn't have thanked him.
She would have called him names.
And he would have deserved it.
Goren had fantasized about her small round breasts...
With only one desire...
To replace the bra with his hands...
And touch them.
His whole body burst into flames, his blood boiled in his veins.
Damn it...
He had to calm down.
Goren pulled his hands away from Eames' shirt, and brought his fingers to his forehead, wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He should never do that again...
Or else...
He might do something stupid.
But he suddenly realized...
My God...
He should help her take off her shirt tonight.
How was he going to do that...
Why didn't he choose something else...
Something simpler...
But knowing Eames...
And the surprise that awaited him...
He knew that she would have wanted to be well dressed.