My gaze dipped and ran over her legs. legs unbelievable long for someone so short... and those shorts were short. tiny pockets, too. Yeah, i was not going after those keys
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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In the story "Obsidian" by Jennifer L. Armentrout, the protagonist's attention is caught by a girl with strikingly long legs, especially given her short stature. The allure of her appearance is amplified by her choice of clothing, which features extremely short shorts and tiny pockets. This detail hints at the protagonist's distraction, revealing a mix of admiration and playful frustration. The character's internal monologue illustrates a moment of conflict where he acknowledges his attraction while simultaneously recognizing the absurdity of his thoughts. Instead of focusing on a mundane task like retrieving keys, his gaze lingers on her legs, creating a vivid picture of the interplay between desire and distraction in this moment.

In the story "Obsidian" by Jennifer L. Armentrout, the protagonist's attention is caught by a girl with strikingly long legs, especially given her short stature. The allure of her appearance is amplified by her choice of clothing, which features extremely short shorts and tiny pockets. This detail hints at the protagonist's distraction, revealing a mix of admiration and playful frustration.

The character's internal monologue illustrates a moment of conflict where he acknowledges his attraction while simultaneously recognizing the absurdity of his thoughts. Instead of focusing on a mundane task like retrieving keys, his gaze lingers on her legs, creating a vivid picture of the interplay between desire and distraction in this moment.

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