Dear God. When had his karma been both this horrifically bad and just that good? Jack had just pulled on a faded tee shirt over his head when Eve wandered back in.
Of course she had to be wearing a towel, it was not like she could walk back in a set of fresh clothes that she did not have. Unless she secretly had super powers besides making him nearly swallow his tongue. Before he turned to find a pair of socks and sneakers that had somehow gotten kicked underneath his bed when he had changed into his costume the evening before.
Oh thoughts about the night before were probably not the best place to go when Eve was naked and only wearing a towel. Especially not in a bedroom. With a bed. Not that that was exactly a problem in this room, seeing as pretty much everything (besides the bathroom) was padded and soft.
"Uh...breakfast?" he repeated, feeling as if his brain had melted around the edges.