Matt blinked oncetwice three times when the towel, if you could really call it that, fell to the floor. It was official, she was trying to kill him, he was sure of it.
Suddenly, he found himself thinking that his games weren't nearly interesting enough and he needed to invest in a few more.
"Sorry," he mumbled in return.
Against his better judgment, he watched as she gathered her bra and the panties she had shed before jumping in the shower. Unable to take any more, though, he adverted his eyes when she went for the sweater and jeans.
Joseph had better be grateful. Joseph had better be grateful. Joseph had better be grateful.
Such loyalty to a friend? Definitely not one of his better traits.