Winnie twirls around to face Jay, pointedly keeping her attention laser-locked on his face. His cheeks are flagged with red as he clears his throat, and Winnie tries not to notice how defined his Adam’s apple is. It is an absolutely irrelevant feature upon his body, and in combination with the small glimpse of skin where he did not fully button up his shirt, there is nothing at all visible upon his person that Winnie hasn’t seen before. Therefore, he is a boring sack of flesh and she can stop hyperventilating.
