"Think it might look a little different on you," Olive said softly, sliding her foot against his because hello, that felt interesting. Which was dumb, since they were just feet, but whatever. She shifted a bit to curl her lower leg hesitantly over his, and -- okay, seriously, they had made out for cumulative hours. Possibly even days. So it was really dumb that this whole room-sharing, scantily-clad thing should make her this attuned to legs, of all things. "You might get some weird looks."