Searching for something to cover with

"But... I don't have anything to wear!" Chelsea pointed out.

"I see that." I replied, unable to keep the grin off my face any longer.

Chelsea's cheeks turned a brighter shade of neon. Her face was furious and outraged.... which was utterly adorable. Normally, she was an honestly imposing person. Serious, beautiful, slightly gothic and refined... she intimidated people, including me. Now that she was butt naked, soaking wet and hunched over hiding her privates? Her wrath just came across as more cute than anything!

Fuming, she started crab walking sideways. I was confused by this strange movement, and then I realized she was shuffling towards the bathroom, but making sure to not let me see her backside as she headed there. Fine enough- I knew she'd get no help in there anyways!

She awkwardly shuffled into her bedroom. I waited eagerly for a long moment and then I heard here.

"Where the hell are my blankets?!" She cried from her room.

"I took them with the rest of your clothes to the laundry mat." I again lied, knowing they were with all the other wearable fabric from her house, in my car.

She furiously stomped out of her room, still cupping her naked chest and crotch.

"What the hell for?!" She demanded.

"Just helping out." I said, unable to hide my cheeky tone anymore.