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If he was aware that she had been snooping on him, he still wasn't letting it show. Every moment that seemed true she felt she was getting away with a perfect crime, even assuming what she was doing was a crime. It didn't feel necessarily right, but now wasn't the time to debate that either. Instead she honed in on what he was saying, resisting the urge to inform him he couldn't do whatever he felt as long as it meant she could take off as soon as possible.

”Okay,” was what came from her mouth instead. ”I can hold still.” Or at least, she thought she could try. Letting out an audible breath, Phoebe steeled herself for what would come next, and weighed the pros and cons of simply thanking him or turning tail from the scene of her own embarrassment.