Jason reluctantly got off Kylie and the bed pulling her up with him. "I like you wearing my shirt, my scent on you," he said kissing her again.
Kylie blushed again looking away. "Your shirt?"
"Yeah, that tree is where I keep my clothes."
"Oh," she said smiling at him.
"Here," he said handing her a different dress, inside a bag. "Mom says you have to wear this for the ceremony."
"Why?"
"Tradition," he said shrugging.
"Um, where is the rest of it?" she asked blushing when she saw it.
Jason had turned around when he handed her the bag, going into the closest to put his own clothes on. He knew she was still very shy. "What do you mean?"
"I-I can't wear this in front of other people."
Jason came out of the closet and froze when he saw her. His breathing stopped.
"What?"
"You
