She sits up, bringing her knees to her chest and pulling her top, my top, down over them, covering the lower half of her body. After we had sex for the third time without getting naked, Summer showered and changed into one of my shirts. I can’t help but get the sense that it’s not just circumstantial accidents that have stopped me from seeing her body, and it’s actually a big deal for Summer. Something else I wish she’d talk to me about.
