Back to the bedroom

Figuring that he could probably use a swim to help cool off Sam heads straight back upstairs to his bedroom, pushing open the door.

Stood there was Lauren, looking through the cupboard. "Um.... hi?" Sam asks nervously.

Lauren turns to face him, not wearing much more than the first time he caught her, this time a thin purple bikini that did little to hide any of her curves, a towel loosely draped around her shoulders. "Oh, hi. Sorry." She flusters apologetically, before waving his boxer shorts at him. "I thought it would be best if I returned these without making too much fuss."

It's Sam's turn to blush as he watches the girl waving his underwear around. "Oh... um... right." He finally says, "thanks."

He pauses for a moment, but Lauren makes no move. Slowly he steps towards her, suddenly aware that he's stood only a foot away from a half naked girl whose mother he was watching naked ten minutes earlier. Trying to take the thought from his mind he reaches for the boxers in her hand, but she doesn't let go, their fingers touching lightly.

"I try and save you embarrassment and all I get is a half hearted 'thanks'?" She asks him, a wicked grin on her face.