“Why are just sitting there?” You ask pointedly.

Kevin blinks, your words registering slowly, “oh, right… really?” He stutters.

You roll your eyes. For someone who had smacked your ass he seems to be a little too backwards in coming forwards. “Hurry up. Before I reconsider,” you say.

He moves towards you. “Um…”

“Undress dumbass. I’m wearing a big t-shirt. You have shoes, socks, pants, belt, jocks, and shirt…” he nods and starts to hurriedly undress. He nearly falls as he pulls off his shoes and hops awkwardly out of his pants and boxes which snag around his ankles.As he almost finishes you look sidelong at the clock. “Too slow. You missed your chance…” you tell him and stand to leave.

“Wait!”