"Your boobs bounce," he whispers in her ear, grinning. It takes only a moment and a quick view of bare skin before his hand slides into her yoga pants and strokes along the crease of her hip. "You can pick, I don't care." He shows everything off, and spends enough time shirtless that anyone around him would quickly see it anyway. Regardless, he likes the idea of having something private, just for the two of them to share.

With a groan of mock irritation, he steps away from Rachel, crosses his arms over his chest, and grasps the hem of his shirt; pulling his arms upward and uncrossing them as he does so, he teasingly tosses his shirt at her, his muscles rippling. "Fuck, I hope I still look this good in five years. I hope you got a belly that's round as fuck, though. I wanna see that. You know how hot that sounds?"