Did she want pants? Why was that question so difficult to process? Claire blinked blankly for a few seconds, trying to filter through the hurricane that had become her head, and realizing she'd have difficulty remembering her own name if someone had asked her at that second.
"Uhm-" she faltered. "Isn't it fricken freezing outside? And- hey quit-!" Claire batted his towel-dabbing hand away. "That's not awkward as hell or anything"
But at least it took the edge off the panic, which she seriously thanked him for with her expression. Grateful-slash-apologetic. Slash terrified. "I don't... I don't think we have to go yet. It was just a craamp fuuck me-!" Her grip on his shoulder clamped down like every other muscle in her body as the pain came back.
[omg I am so sorry- I started writing this two days ago when our internet went out and we had to get a new modem. I saved it in word pad and waited for the tech to fix the internet. He did, but I forgot I didn't actually post this, and I've been wondering where your reply was for days, lol. SORRY!]