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"SHOW ME THAT!"
Steve abruptly turned around, suddenly aware of your presence, and his torso sans a shirt. "Um, hello, Y/N." He tried to cover up his bare chest with the tee. "Show you what, exactly?"
"That thing you just did with your shirt! Show me now."
Steve was still confused. "The thing you did when you were taking your shirt off? Like this," And you proceeded to take your shirt off and motioned to your shoulder.
Once Steve glimpsed your bra, he spun his entire body around to face the other direction. "Y/N! You cannot," He looked around the room before whispering. "Strip, in front of me!"
You pulled your shirt back down and stepped in front of Steve. "Rogers, as not only your best friend, but your girlfriend, I think it's fine that I take my shirt off in front of you."
He slightly shook his head, a smile on his face. "You're a wild one, huh?"
"You know it." You winked. "Now show me the trick or I'll take my pants off next."
