Alone
he says, his voice husky from just waking up.
"I said that before your sister walked in on us," I reply.
"It's not like we were doing anything. I was just sleeping," he shrugs.
"But you're naked," I remind him. "She's probably scarred for life now!"
"You're being dramatic," he rolls his eyes. "Now, get back in bed." He rolls over on to his stomach, the blanket shifting so it just covers his ass and he rests his head on his hands.
"I feel awkward now," I admit and gaze over his muscled back. Damn how do I find that hot too?