Begrudgingly, yes.

Charlotte sighed, and crawled towards me, dragging the blanket along with her. It opened as she did, and I got a peek at her luscious breast and nipple in all it's perky glory! I was way too cold to do anything about it though, and gratefully sank into her arms as she arrived.

It was an awkward embrace, the blanket making this complicated as she tried to keep it around herself and still warm me, but I was grateful for the effort and every bit of heat I could get. I closed my eyes.

"You aren't a bad guy Brent. I'm sorry I overreacted, that just triggered something in my past." I was surprised at the apology but to tired and cold to say much. Her hands started rubbing my back, and I shuffled closer.

"Holy-Brent, you're freezing!" She exclaimed, and she pulled me into her lap.

"Here, uh, just let me..." She trailed off as she tried to fix the blanket on me too, but soon gave up, it was too small to wrap around two people separately.

She eyed me, "Alright, I'm going to let you in the blanket, but don't get any ideas." She said it with a half grin, and she opened the blanket completely.

My eyes widened, she had stripped down, completely. No panties no nothing! I felt my cock stir to life feebly but I ignored it. I was halfway into her embrace when she stopped me.

"Your not coming in here with wet briefs on, that's not happening" she was full out smiling at me now.

Sheepishly, I had totally forgotten about it, I started to strip. I wasn't sure how she would feel about me naked, but since she was. I tried to ham it up a little, doing a little Chippendale twist, and she burst out laughing, any trace of annoyance or frustration fading. I finally had them off and I threw them at the pile of soggy clothes on the floor.

"Come here you big goof" she chuckled as she did, drawing me in. I half folded into her, half sat on her to get under the covers, but nothing was really comfortable.