Mind? Of course he didn't mind. Wayne's cheeks were bright red and he looked everywhere in the small closet but at Morag. His mouth went dry, as it normally did when he was close to a pretty girl. "Uh. It's, uh, okay. Mistakes happen."
Wasn't she going to be mad at him for not stopping her? He really should've. "Sorry for, erm, not telling you who I was." There wasn't a lot of room in a closet for two people and she was still really close. Wayne bet he could reach out and bring her back against him. She felt nice there. But she knew who he was no and probably wanted to go brush her teeth or something.