The Bad Feeling

Blake's laughter filled the room as he saw how Marissa covered her eyes.

"Why are you laughing?! Put the towel on!" Marissa shouted with her palms still covering her face.

"I…don't…want…to…" Blake moved and sat on the bed. 

Marissa could feel his movement and yelled, "Blake! You are so annoying! Put that on!"

But Blake didn't answer. He kept his mouth shut and lay down on the bed while looking at Marissa who was covering her face. He wanted to see how long she would keep covering her face.

"Blake…" She called for him as there was no response. Moving one of her hands while keeping her eyes closed, she unintentionally touched something hard. She didn't know why, but at that moment, she opened her eyes and looked at her hand that was on Blake's abs.

Blake was looking at her with his palm supporting his head. "I don't mind if you want to keep touching them."

Quickly withdrawing her hand, Marissa looked up. "I didn't do it on purpose."