“I haveseen it all before,” Steve pointed out, a hint of laughter in his voice.
Tip flushed, not sure what was embarrassing him most: his present semi-nudity, his earlier total nudity, or just the fact that Steve could quite clearly tell how embarrassed he was.
“And if you’ll recall, I didn’t have any complaints,” Steve added. “In fact, I rather liked the view.”
Now Tip had another cause for embarrassment, rapidly tenting the front of his boxers. “Um. Is Janey coming in, too?”
“No, no. She’s gone back to the café,” Steve said, moving closer. “So, like I said, you can take your time getting into those clothes.”
“Oh!” said Tip, feeling a bit daft for his earlier jealousy. “I thought you meant—” He broke off as Steve’s large, warm hand came to rest on his hip, curving round it possessively. “Never mind.”