“What are you doing?” she says, looking down at my raised hand. “Could…umm…can you maybe cover with something?” “Cover?” “Yeah, you’re a lot of naked, Tess.” She smirks down at me. “You didn’t seem to mind it last time. In fact, I got the rather distinct impression you liked seeing me naked.” “Yeah, well, last time you weren’t slicked with the sweat of some other guy,”
