His room is a trash dump

Her mouth fell wide open when she saw the trash. His bed was the only clean part of his room, everything else was littered with clothing, food and other stuff.

"About an hour or two of work" he said as he sat down on his bed.

"How do you live in this?" Natalie asked, clenching onto her breasts.

"It's not that bad." said the eyeing Jonathan.

"Are you going to stay here while I clean up?" she asked him humiliated.

"Of course. Otherwise you wouldn't know where to put everything." He laughed. "You can get a trash bag from the closet there. It's best to start with things than can be thrown away."

"Like you?"

He laughed at her burn. She laughed along a little too.

"How were you planning on keeping yourself covered while cleaning anyway?" He asked.

"I... I haven't really planned anything yet."

"You could keep trying to cover yourself, but to be honest I've seen everything of you already. And it's not like I never saw anyone before that either."

"Well maybe I'm just not going to give you the satisfaction."

"Sure whatever. I'll just look at this photo I took of you this morning."