Will teased me about how much food I ordered. He didn't mention the towel drop, but his gaze kept dropping to my braless t**s.
When we were done with food, and it was time to sleep, we were both a little stiff and stilted as we crawled into bed together.
I'd been pretty close to Will since he'd married my mom, but not this close.
"I can sleep on the floor if you're uncomfortable," he said as we lay there, facing each other.
The lights were off, but a little shaft of moonlight streamed in where the blackout curtains didn't quite meet.
"I'm comfortable. I just don't want to make you uncomfortable. That's why I left my clothes on."
Will choked and coughed. "You... normally sleep naked?"
"Usually. Do you wear pajamas?"
"I... uh. I usually wear some boxers to bed," he said.
"Sometimes
