[b]”So six flabs then?”[/b] Bast teases. When he steps close, she pokes one of his abs, fighting to keep the color from rising on her cheeks. [b]”Aw are we flexing our flabs to make ourselves feel better?” ‘Damn.’[/b]  ‘Bast?’ [b]’Yeah?’[/b] ‘Your caressing his abs.’ [b]’No I’m not. What are you talking about?’[/b] ‘Look at your hand.’ And surely enough... [b]’Well shit.’[/b]