Was it him...
Or was Eames behaving she strangely.
Strangely...
Ever since the incident in the park...
He had not really been alone with her.
And in a way he preferred it.
He hadn't forgotten the softness of her firm little breast under his fingers.
But what had pushed Eames to take his hand by force...
To put it on her little breast.
And this little game of charm to which he was has entitled.
At believe that Eames was trying to seduce him.
And if it was the case...
It had worked pretty well.
But Goren must have been mistaken.
Eames could not be attracted to him.
It was simply impossible.
In addition...
In the days that followed...
Eames behaved normally...
As if nothing had happened.
So he must have been imagining things.
Two small hands came to rest on his arm, and pushed him with all his strength as he passed the archive room.
He found himself inside the archive room, sitting with his butt on the floor, still in shock from what had just happened, and not realizing what had just happened.
Did he dream...
Her little hands on his arm...
Pushing him by force...
Inside the archive room.
Who could have.
Who had dared.
Goren heard the door to the archives creak and close, which brought him out of his thoughts, and found himself facing at Eames, who was with her back to the door.
- What...
So it was Eames who had pushed him.
But why had she done that...
What was wrong with her.
Why did she act like that.
- No, but you're not well...
Not good...
If she wasn't well…
And did everything and anything...
It was because of him.
Yes...
It was his fault.
Eames had been watching him...
Waiting in a small corner...
For him to pass at the right time in front of the archive room.
And she had been looking down the hallway...
Checking that no one could see her...
Or that no one was there.
She had taken her courage with both hands, and had pushed him inside.
But now...
She wasn't sure what she should do.
- What's take you in the end.
Goren put his hand flat on the ground, leaned on it, getting up.
No.
She had to stop him from leaving.
He had to understand what she was getting at.
So there were no thirty-six solutions.
Even if it was very embarrassing.
It was the only solution.
Eames put his hand on his shirt, raised a very determined face at Goren, who was startled, and fell back to the ground at the sight, surprised by the expression determined of the face of Eames.
Goren would never understand Eames...
Nor his whims.
The night of the park she had behaved quite strangely...
To the point of making him put his hand on her little breast.
And then now...
She locked him in the archive room.
Couldn't she tell him what she wanted in the end.
It was tiring not to understand anything.
Let alone what she was doing.
- What do you...
He could not finish his sentence, Eames opened his shirt, revealing small breasts well closed in a small mallow bra.
Goren startled, blushing violently, and brought the hand to his eyes, hiding them.
- What...
He pointed to her with his hand, his face red, and everything embarrassed.
Goren must have been dreaming.
Eames would never have done such a thing.
She opened his shirt in front of him...
And...
He lowered his hand, and stood there, mouth wide open, stunned, and unable to move, under the shock, his gaze inexorably drawn to her little breasts.
Good God...
He was not dreaming.
Eames was there...
And he could see perfectly her bra...
That nothing concealed.
Eames was against the door, looking at him with his face grave and scarlet, his hands on the flaps of his open shirt.
- Why did you do that...
At Goren's offended shouts, Eames turned even redder, realizing what she had just done.
My God...
She had just opened her shirt...
And revealed her bra to Goren.
No wonder he was offended, and shocked.
But no.
She was a woman.
He shouldn't have reacted like that.
On the contrary...
Goren should have enjoyed the show.
And him...
He was screaming...
Shocked by his gesture.
With haste she closed her shirt, dead of shame.
- I...
She opened the door, ran away without a glance for Goren, who was still on the ground in shock of what had just happened.
Eames had she really done this…
Open his shirt...
And show her her bra.
He must have been dreaming.
And yet...
The vision of her mallow bra, which supported small, firm breasts.
Goren burst into flames, but pulled himself together.
Name of God...
But what was wrong with Eames to she behave like that with him.
Had she lost her mind...
- Ah... You're here...
At Logan's voice, Goren jumped, blushing violently, as if he had been caught off in fault.
Logan stared at Goren, not understanding what he was doing on the floor, standing there as if shocked.
- It's new to be on the floor in the archive room..
At his words, the memory of what Eames had done returns to his mind.
The vision of her little mallow bra...
Her small, firm breasts...
Goren's blood boiled in his veins, but he pulled himself together.
On the floor in the archive room...
What a question.
Was he used to doing this.
Sitting on the floor.
Was Logan an idiot or what.
If he was on the floor...
It was the fault of a little she-devil who was giving him a hard time.
But Goren couldn't tell what happened.
Nor could he explain it to Logan.
It was too embarrassing for him.
And for Eames...
It would be much worse.
- I fell...
Fell...
Was it true that lie...
When Logan had just passed an she Eames who was coming out of the archive room, red-faced, and running away, as if she had the devil on her tail.
And as if by chance...
He discovered a Goren on the floor...
And who was there...
Deep in thought...
And in shock.
Logan would have liked to be a little mouse to know what had just happened between these two.
Since the night in the park...
Goren and Eames were acting really weird.
And he would like to know that what hide those two.