I pull Kevin's shirt over my head. It doesn't hide much, but it's better than nothing. The shirt reaches just below my buttocks. As I step out from behind the tree, I hold the edge of the shirt tightly and try to pull it down a little bit further. Shyly, I look at the ground, afraid to look at him.
Stupid actually, I should dare to look at my mate. But I am extra aware of my body because of my clothes. Or rather, the lack of clothes. I don't dare; I'm really ashamed. What must he think of me? That I go for a run without spare clothes. He is probably thinking I am unprepared and inexperienced.
My thoughts are interrupted when he walks towards me. He gently pushes my chin up with his fingers; now I have to look at him. He has beautiful bright blue eyes. He lets his gaze slide over my bo
