It is 4 little moments now. lol...
.2.
She paces, hands speaking with every word as she explains the trade negotiations. As she nears him, casually leaning against the table, she drops a hand and traces the top of his jeans with a pinkie. His entire back tenses, but he resists the urge to jump, throwing a glare to warn her off. Green eyes run the length of his body in one breathless moment, and brown eyes close trying for self-control, but she finishes her sentence without a moment's hesitation. John—2, Liz—3. A perfect eyebrow arches in challenge.