Swallowing hard, Ryan peeled off his t-shirt, tossing it past Liz onto the ground.
"Let me know when I can turn around," he said, facing away from her, hands still firmly over the front of his boxers even so. He heard his friend scramble for the garment behind him, and giving off a short huff once she saw it was only one item.
"I-Is this it?" Liz asked, "I mean thanks, but, don't you have more?"
"Well, whatever the hell that just was, or whatever you just were, I guess, shredded my jeans, so..."
"Oh... Sorry." Ryan heard the crunching of leaves underfoot as Liz shuffled around behind him. "You can look now, by the way." Ryan turned around, and it would have been hard to tell who was worse off between the two of them. Ryan was only in his boxers, more obviously undressed, but his shirt was only barely covering Liz. Sure, he was a little taller than her, but his shirt only came down to his waist when he wore it. On her, it just barely went past her thighs, and she was keeping a firm grip on it to keep it in front of her crotch. Of course, pulling it down only made it tighter over her chest, and more obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath it. This, in turn, only made it harder for Ryan to keep his hands over his own crotch, and the fact that Liz's eyes kept wandering around his shirtless torso only made it worse.
"Alright, so...." Ryan just stared for a moment, before letting out a nervous chuckle and shrugging. "What the hell was that?" Liz shuffled her feet again, wincing at the feeling of leaves and twigs on her bare soles, looking over her shoulder at the sun rising over the park trail she'd nabbed Ryan off of.
"W-We have to get out of here first."
"Liz, what-- why?!"
"Cause I want to get back to my dorm room to get dressed Before more people start walking around!"
Ryan gulped, knowing that, as confused as he was, he definitely didn't want to be mostly-naked outside anymore. "Alright," he sighed, "but you better explain on the way."
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