There was a vast difference, though, between a bikini and this. More fabric was involved and more layers, but on the other hand, things were actually coming off and it was a very short mental leap from that to other places. On the bright side, he reasoned, inasmuch as that was what he was doing, he wasn't thinking about Marissa anymore. "Uh, yeah," he said, nodding. "Over he- I'll get that for you. You can just put that -" He gestured vaguely, not really caring where it went, and headed over to pull out a t-shirt for her.

The gentlemanly thing to do, he knew, was not to look, even if he had seen her in less, not that the wet fabric made up much of a difference, but there were times when it was really difficult to be a gentleman. Handing the shirt to her, he smiled. "Here we go." Turning just a little away, he glanced around for somewhere to sit that wasn't his bed.