Violet
What was wrong with him?
I watched him finish setting up the tent and went inside. When he came out, it was obvious this time that he clearly did not want to look at me. He held a bundle of clothing.
"Change." There was a strange tightness in his voice as he walked past me. "Your clothes are soaked."
It was only then that I looked down at myself and felt the heat flood my face.
My clothes were wet and clung to my body like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. It was even worse that I had worn something pale, and the water made light coloured clothes nearly transparent.
I might as well have been wearing nothing.
No...
Oh no.
I slapped my arms to my chest and practically dove into the tent, yanking the flap closed behind me as shame and embarrassment consumed me.
My hands shook as I stripped off the wet clothes, aware that only fabric of the tent separated us.
He would have surely seen my breasts… and…
'Stop it. Stop it.'
