James Olsen

You wanna know how landed a girl like Cat, Olsen? Because you, and every single version of you, are awesome. Never doubt yourself, Jimbo!

*Takes one last long look at himself before he starts shaving, a big grin spreading across his face*

How did I ever land a girl like Cat? She must have been delirious.

*Leans in closer to the mirror and flexes his arms, revealing a barely noticeable bicep*

I bet in some alternate dimension I'm a tall, handsome, charming black man. Instead of a skinny, freckly, pale geek. That would be so cool.

*Looks at himself in the mirror and sighs*

neck. His mouth traveled down her toned body as he unbuttoned her blouse, paying attention and following her cues as he went.* (2/2)

I told you that I have done "stuff" before? (2/2)

passionately kiss her.* Hey Cat... (3/3)

more hungry. He twisted his body to gently lay her down on the couch, his hands holding onto her hips while he continued to (2/3)

length of her body to her hips. His lips found their way to her collarbone where they played longingly upon her flesh.* (2/2)

her neck.* (3/3)

supple skin. He slid down the back of the sofa to sit right behind her, his body pressing into hers, his breath warming the nape of (2/3)

in her scent as his hands slowly worked forward to her shoulders.* (2/2)

with me. *He continued kneading the tension from her muscles, his thumbs making firm circles into the base of her neck.* (2/2)

himself up onto the back of the couch he maneuvered behind her and began to gently massage her shoulders.* (2/2)

her eyes with an honest smile.* (3/3)

get, you always seem to know how to turn it around and make me feel like a real man and not just some dorky kid. *He looked up into (2/3)

after with 2 opened bottles of beer and sat next to her on the sofa.* Here you go. Next time I'll have more to offer. (2/2)

I'm so not used to having people over. I really should have thought this part out a little more...