[The image of Jason, shirtless and stretching in her living room, makes her stop in her tracks and stare. His movements are slow and cautious, as if he is re-learning what it's like to move in his own skin.

And speaking of skin, she inhales softly as her eyes slide over every inch of exposed skin like water. He's definitely bigger than he used to be, more muscular and tightly toned. And when he stretches, the muscles in his back and arms flexing, she feels a pulse of arousal go through her.

It's of course that moment that he turns and catches her watching him, their eyes meeting and her face going a bright red.]

Sorry!

[She breathes and hurries into the kitchen.]