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She pulled her towel tighter around her. "I'm going to get dressed."
She tilted her head. "What do you mean?"
He flushed, not moving.
"Stop that."
After getting dressed he went to brush his hair before starting downstairs.
She nodded, heading in through the back door.
She grinned. "You're very cute."
He said nothing.
"That's a shame."
He got dressed tiredly.
"Yes, but it's stylish."
She tilted her head. "I still think so."
He hesitated. "Uh... I don't remember."
"I am not doing that."
He nodded, sitting up.
"You could never."
She grinned. "So?"
There were three scars on his chest. He flushed, watching her.
"Skipping?"
He frowned, brushing her hair back. "I'm sorry."
