It's fine as it is

"Shut up!" I laughed too, though my boyfriend probably wouldn't find it any funny if he were here, "I think I'll stick with the shirt, it's thin enough that it should dry fast. Hopefully the computer is the same."

That being said, there was another issue. The water had been cold, and as a result my nipples had gotten hard, pressing against the fabric of my bra and making the most barely visible bumps. With a normal, dry shirt, this wouldn't be an issue; with a wet tee, they were almost painfully visible against the fabric stuck to me. I could tell Kevin had already noticed; he kept taking quick glances whenever he thought I wouldn't see, and I could just barely notice a bulge against his grey sweatpants.

"Well, no way we can get any work done with it drying. Do you want me to order some food?"

"Sure, I'm starving. By the time it gets here we can see about trying the computer again," he picked up his phone and dialed the pizza place for delivery. My nipples were refusing to warm up and go down, and instead every move I made seemed to set them off, rubbing against the fabric just enough for me to notice. I had been a little horny the whole day, but now it seemed like my body was intent on me getting more turned on at the worst place and time possible. It was impossible for me to not notice the way that Kevin towered over me, or how his muscles looked on his arms whenever he moved... I banished that train of thought as fast as I could--nothing good could come from it.

"Pizza should be just like half an hour. Want to play a game until then?"