Attempt to go get dressed.

Beth flushed. "Make yourself comfortable, Kyle. I'm going to get dressed." She turned to head towards the stairs, but her feet failed her. Beth stumbled against the kitchen island, both hands going to steady herself on the countertop. Unfortunately, the sudden motion loosened her towel, and as she straightened herself, it dropped unceremoniously to the floor at her feet.
Beth's breath caught in her throat and her eyes went wide. She realized she was now standing with her back to Kyle completely naked.
"Oh...shit....ummm...." she could hear the heat in his voice. "Uhhh! It's okay! I'm not looking!" Beth heard his boots shift. I think he turned his back.
"Oh, God!" Beth scrambled to gather up her towel, and risked a peek over her shoulder to confirm that Kyle had indeed spun around to face the door. "Umm... BE RIGHT BACK!" She fled from the room and up the stairs. {if Shame < 30
}as she did, she couldn't help but remember the feeling of Kyle's eyes on her naked body, even just for a few seconds. It had taken him a few seconds, hadn't it? He definitely got an eyeful. {else
}Oh my God. I just want to crawl under the bed and die. Her cheeks were hot with embarrassment...and something else? {if Shame > 70
}
NO! NOTHING ELSE! {else
}I mean, he only saw my butt, and only for a second or two...besides....he is cute... She felt guilty at that thought.
He's Brian's little brother!! {endif
}{endif
}Not sure what to do about what had happened, Beth slipped sheepishly into the bedroom and began to look for {if Masseuse = 1}one of her work outfits: Usually yoga pants and a sports tank. {else
}something to wear. {endif
} While she did, she opened her voicemail and played Brian's message. Sure enough, he had called from his car to let her know about Kyle. {if Shame >29
}If I had just listened to the damn voicemail when I saw it...{endif
}
Once Beth was dressed and had dried her hair{if Masseuse = 1} enough to put it up{endif
}, she made her way {if Shame > 29
}timidly {endif
}down the stairs. Kyle was on the living room couch, looking at his phone. When she reached the living room, he turned to look at her. His face is still red. Just embarrassment?
"I'm sorry." He began.
{if Shame >29
}"Oh that's not necessary{if Shame <71
}, honey{endif
}. You didn't do anything wrong." {else
}"Don't be." Beth said with a little smirk. "Shit happens. It's no big deal." She felt her cheeks color a little. Ok, it was a little bit of a deal.{endif
}{if Masseuse = 1
}Beth glanced at the clock, which showed 8:55 am. I've got plenty of time. James's house isn't that far. {endif
}