The argument had reached a stalemate. Sarah, usually so easygoing, was practically vibrating with indignation. Mark watched her pace the cramped living room, the tight curve of her jeans emphasizing her figure. He felt a strange heat bloom in his chest. He was usually the calm one, the voice of reason. Now, he just wanted her to stop moving so he could get a better view.
"It's a ferret, Mark! They're nocturnal, they smell, and they chew everything!" Her voice was sharp, but the way her eyes flickered over him, he knew she was just trying to maintain control. He pictured her in his mind, wrestling a small, furry beast, her hair falling into her face. The image sent a ripple of heat down his spine.
He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe, trying to appear nonchalant. "They're actually quite intelligent." He found his voice was a little strained. He focused on a crack in the wall, trying to regain his composure. The silence was becoming almost unbearable.
Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing a little shallow. He could feel his own pulse quickening. He wasn’t thinking about the ferret anymore. He was thinking about her, and the way she filled out her clothes. The way her lips parted when she got agitated. He wanted to kiss her.