Feeling Naughty?

What on earth did I do?

When we woke up, we were greeted by the silence of hell.

So... when I woke up, Ian had his face buried in my chest, you know?

Right in front, too.

...Well, that could happen. I was holding him while we slept. He could've turned his head a little in his sleep.

But...

‘Why am I completely topless?!’

The problem was, the towel covering my body had somehow slipped down.

And every now and then, I could feel Ian's breath brush against my chest...

“…El?”...