He did seem to be enjoying the knickers. Of course, who wouldn't? It wasn't like she had a terrible body. Still, he was taking far too much amusement in her discomfort and as his eyes raked over her and he kept grinning, Katie managed to flush an even brighter shade of red. "You are not making this any less awkward!" she said, indigently. "Can't we just go upstairs and have sex already?"
Katie watched him start choking and rolled her eyes. Shoving his hands off her, she buttoned her jeans and grabbed her shirt and went straight to the kitchen. "I'm going to kill Emma and Lexi," she muttered, pulling the soft, grey fabric over her head. Okay. So the whole alter thing she probably should've skipped. She glanced back, watching him dissolve into another round of laughter. "Worst idea ever." She supposed it was sort of funny and a small smile had her turning back towards the kitchen as she attempted to pull off embarrassed indignation. Which, to be fair, she was feeling both. Katie pulled out a beer and popped the lid, leaning against the counter and taking a sip, trying not to laugh. Which, of course, was damn near impossible.
The shoulder of her sweater slipped off and Katie remembered why she never wore the damn thing. When Marcus eventually made his way in, the remnants of his laughing fit still visible, Katie narrowed her eyes. "It wasn't THAT funny," she tossed out, lips curving upward.