Summer perched on the bed, hands bracing herself, and gave him big eyes, like she was excited for a show. “Yes, you should definitely get dressed.” It was quite clear she intended to watch him, and possibly revel in him, and not be of any assistance whatsoever.
Blush darkening as he eyed her shyly, Isaac did what made sense to him in that moment – he whipped the towel off and cast it aside in a bunched up heap, before slowly shimmying into the swim trunks. Tugging on a shirt then, he left it unbuttoned and then turned to face her, seeking approval. “How do I look?”
She closed her mouth sharply when it finally occurred to her that she’d just been staring with it hanging open for several seconds. She cleared her throat before she could speak. “You — you should probably button that up? And — before — otherwise we might not make it to the beach?” Her face felt hot, and other bits of her felt tight, or possibly swollen. She was glad she’d gone to the clinic for those birth control patches, because if he did that again they were going to need them.