Gwen froze in place and her whole body stiffened like a deer staring down a car's headlights.
She looked up at him and her eyes grew even wider.
For a moment, it felt like everything around them just stopped.
Her mouth opened, but no words came out right away.
"Gwen?"
Scott still didn't know how to react.
Gwen's face turned a deeper shade of red and her breath quickened. She shot up straight, holding the boxer shorts in front of her like a shield as her heart hammered in her chest.
"I-, It's not what you think! I… I swear!"
She stammered in such a high-pitched voice.
"I'm just, um, smelling them, y' know, to see if they need to be washed! Yes, that's it!"
She pressed the fabric against her nose again, taking another sniff- this time, more dramatically.
"See?"
She somehow fought the urge to enjoy its scent.
"I just wanted to check, like, a… a responsible housemate!"
Her eyes darted around, desperate to find an escape from the mess she'd found herself in.
