Did I just say that I wanted her naked when we are alone?

I realized the potential implications of what I had just said a little too late. A million explanations jumped to the tip of my tongue seconds later. It wasn't that I wanted her naked when we were alone... Not that Amaryllis is unattractive, god knows that she is quite possibly the most attractive woman in all of human history, but rather she should feel comfortable wearing whatever she wants in private, but she certainly needs to be clothed in public. But I held my tongue, hoping that she hadn't picked up on my unintentional subtext. When she exited the changing room, she was clothed, fully clothed even. We can't be done already, we had only looked at three, or really two, sets of lingerie. That's not even going to last the rest of this week, she is definitely going to need to try on more. She bagged the two sets that I had seen, and the mysterious third set that I had yet to see, which looked like yellow string from the glimpse I caught. Then, instead of walking to the cashier, she walked over to the section of the store with the regular, not hyper-sexualized underwear. Oh... right. I think, and I never thought that I would need to say this sentence about myself, that I need to go to horny jail. I was so wrapped up in my horny thoughts, that I was only just now realizing how quiet Amaryllis was being as she picked through her underwear. Damn, looks like she did pick up on my unintentional subtext. The time for explanations is now I suppose.

"I wasn't trying to say that you had to be naked when we were alone,"

Amaryllis's head jerked up at me, confused. I supposed coming out with an explanation out of nowhere like that would be disconcerting.

"When I said I wanted you to be clothed in front of other people, that wasn't to say I want you unclothed when we're alone. You should feel entirely comfortable wearing clothes whenever you want. I mean, if you don't want to wear clothes when we are alone, then," I awkwardly finger-gun her, "more power to ya, I guess, just don't feel **** to." I cleared my throat, and considered escaping the store to escape the awkwardness, but I didn't think that abandoning Amaryllis will do either of us any good, so instead I simple slid a few metres away.

Well, I thought I explained things well, no confusion, no unintentional ****. Everything should be a-okay now, right?

More and more explanations jumped to my tongue, but honestly I think that saying more here would achieve nothing but continuing this awkward atmosphere.

"So," I said, briskly bringing my hands together, "What's next on the list? Other clothing? Hygenie products? I have a spare toothbrush, and I think I may have a hairbrush floating around in my apartment, but aaside from that, I don't have anything." When the atmosphere gets awkward, the best option is to change the subject, and pray to whatever god you choose that the awkwardness won't appear again.

Amaryllis looked at me silently for a while, thinking, although I am not sure if it is about what she wants to go shopping for, or if it is about something else. She works her jaw without speaking for a moment, before answering ...