The idea made her mouth water, like he was offering up the finest of steaks. Fuck this weak human body and all its bullshit. "I'll let you know," Mary said, making her way back out into the living room.
Staying in a towel seemed like a dangerous idea, and so she tossed it aside onto a chair as started putting her clothes back on. She heard him enter the room behind her, but didn't feel any need to pretend modesty.
Was he watching her right now? Would he come over while she was bent and run his hand down the curve of her arse, slip his fingers into-
Mary squeezed her thighs together and pulled her jeans on quickly, breathing hard. The underwear was somewhere, maybe under the couch, but jeans were such a thick layer between them for now.
She put on her shirt, braless, and noticed the way the sleeve was now half hanging loose from the body of it. She guessed that was the rip she'd heard earlier.