Outerwear, to go with the underwear

Of course she would need clothes. Who doesn't need clothes? It wasn't like she could wear mine. As I was thinking that, an unbidden image sprung to mind, of Amaryllis wearing a white dress shirt and nothing else. Actually, come to think of it, do I even have a white dress shirt? I think my dress shirts are all blue. Hm...

While I was daydreaming, I was also leading Amaryllis to the clothing shop that I used in the mall. I found myself oddly disappointed when the shopping was turning out to be less sexually charged then before. She didn't even try to model anything for me. I was starting to wonder if I made her feel unwelcome, and if so, how could I make her feel not unwelcome without pressuring her into acting like she felt welcome. I know now, as I knew then, that this thought process would forever tie back into itself, and that the most productive thing that I could do was think about something else, and yet I didn't.

I was only shaken out of my reverie when Amaryllis asked a question that I didn't hear.

"Sorry, what was that? I was lost in thought," I admitted sheepishly.

She smiled knowingly, "I know. My question was actually 'What are you thinking about?'"

I hesitated before answering. I know that "Honesty is the best Policy" and all, but answering that I was thinking about how to make her feel welcome felt...weird. In the past I have been told, both gently and ungently, that I come across as intense and obsessive. This had never been a problem for me before, but somehow the idea of Amaryllis thinking less of me was awful. In a way that I struggled to put into words. And answering that I was wondering why she didn't want to try things on for me made me feel like a misogynistic asshole.

I took a deep breath and gave the most neutral answer I could think of, "I was wondering if I had offended you somehow. Maybe it's all in my head, but I felt there was some weird air between us since the, uh," I stepped closer to her and lowered my voice, "the lingerie store, and I wondered if I had done something to cause that"

Amaryllis smiled at me, relieved, "It's not all in your head. I was wondering myself if _I _had offended you, since you weren't too happy with me modelling the lingerie for you."

I let out laugh, also feeling relieved, "I was happy with it, I just thought that that's something to be kept private."

Amaryllis said, "That's fine, next time we'll be in private."

"Alright," I agreed, not really realizing what I agreed to.