I squeaked and buried my head in the comforter.
I heard Louis chuckle somewhere outside my safe burrow in the sheets.
“Oh come on Anne, you’ve seen me naked before” he said, laughter in his voice.
That much was true. But that was in times where we were detransforming. That was different. And those times I didn’t feel like flying across the room and climbing him like a pole. So I’d stay burrowed, for his safety as well as mine.
“Why are you even naked anyway? Who leaves the shower naked?” I asked.
“Me, all the time” he replied, evidently still amused at my discomfort.
“Well perhaps you should limit that to when you don’t have company” I snapped.
“Actually I thought you’d be downstairs or in the upstairs living room preparing for the movie. I didn’t know you wanted to watch it here, t
