Blake gave Wesley a deer-in-the-headlights look as she bunched the sheet up to her breasts, but as soon as he left? She shrieked with laughter. "That was... mortifying and funny as hell. Ooohm'god."
"You! Bad influence!" Not that this was entiiirely Gwen's fault, but shh.
She slapped the Slayer on the arm playfully as she started to get dressed. "Well, at least he didn't walk in five minutes ago. Poor guy would've had a heart attack," she giggled.