*Ada*
I rested my head against Bryson's chest again, just enjoying the comfort that came from his presence. It took me a minute of feeling the little tingles to remember that he was still shirtless.
"Oh, sorry," I said, leaning back. "Did you need your shirt back?"
I started to hand it to him, but he shook his head quickly and pushed it back to me, averting his eyes.
"No, you can keep it," he said, his voice thick.
I looked down in confusion and then remembered why I had his shirt in the first place. I had nothing but a bra on underneath. My cheeks burned as I wrapped it back around myself.
"Oh, right, thanks," I said, glancing around for my shirt. "Hold on one second."