Wet

There hadn't been an apron in the closet, and Ryan's shirt wasn't big enough to cover your ass as you bent down to collect the trash. Tugging at the oversized shirt did nothing to cover your ass when you bent down, but you do it anyway. Maybe your clothes had been shoved under one of the beds?

They weren’t.

Your humiliation became worse while mopping the floor. Water splashed up every time you soaked the floor with soap from the bucket. It didn't take long before your borrowed shirt was drenched. And the now transparent fabric clung tightly to your curves. Even your nipples had become cold and hard. Shivers ran over your skin constantly. Where were your clothes?

You had cleaned every room in this giant house, but maybe... No, the guys wouldn't have hidden it somewhere, would they?

You look down at Ryans shirt. It still hadn’t dried, but he probably wouldn't like it if you went through his closets. No, it was okay. You really needed to find your underwear.

Staring down at the garden from Ryans window, you see your friends skinny dipping in Ryans jacuzzi, clearly enjoying themselves without you.

Nobody would know if you went trough Ryans stuff.