We ate the cookies in comfortable silence, until he placed the now empty plate on the floor and faced me again. "I suggest we should get ourselves cleaned up. Maybe the paint is easy to wash off.", he grinned while looking at the crusted mess of hair on top of my head. I nodded, following him to his bathroom. "I can help you get it out, just lean over the bathtub. And maybe take your shirt off.", he smirked at the shocked expression I shot him, taking off his own shirt without further conversation.
"It's not like I haven't seen you shirtless before.", he said, gesturing towards his bedroom with his index finger. He made good points, but I wasn't quite sure if it was okay for me to take my shirt off. "You don't have to, Sky.", he ruffled through his hair, getting slightly stuck in the proc
