Megan left Justin to it, deciding to worry about her own clothes. She dressed in her negligee, deciding against her dressing gown. She was only going back to bed. Seeing Justin struggle, Megan moved to help, though he managed after a moment.
He was off then as Megan cleared the clothes, tossing them into the hamper and hanging up the towels. “I do not. You're the one that wanted sex.” Megan shot back with a frown. Okay, she was lying. She heard the band then and rushing into her bedroom, she was at Justin’s side in a second. “Are you okay?” She asked, looking at him in concern. She supposed it was lucky that had happened on the carpet rather than the tile in her bathroom.