"I don't own one," she confessed. "The weather being what it is and everything." She was still holding his hand when she got another idea and sent him another image, though -- this time of her in her bra and panties.
Nessie chewed on her lower lip, hoping Drew didn't think she was too forward, but then again, she'd always thought that about him, wondering if he minded or if he thought there was something wrong with her.
"I'm comfortable," she told him, nodding her head. It was true; she preferred to walk around her family's house in as little clothing as her Dad allowed. Nessie pulled her flowery blouse off, button by button, and stood there, ready to take her pants off too, if Drew wanted.
"Um. Unless you're not comfortable, though...?"
Plus they were still in the garage. Not that she was planning ahead that far, really.