“Yes.”
“If you can put on one of the cloth garments, we can go back to the pool. They, uh—” I started to pantomime putting on underwear, but he held up a hand, a faint smile replacing his solemnness.
“I understand.”
Indeed, he returned shortly, the towel on his shoulder again and the tightie whities covering up… enough. Something about how fast he had donned those told me he had figured things out a while ago.
“You didn’t know what those were for all along, did you?” I asked suspiciously as we headed back for the pool. “You weren’t deliberately teasing Simon, were you?”
“This would not be acceptable?”
“Oh, it’s very acceptable.”
He gave me that faint smile again. “Good.”
THE END
Lindsay Buroker, Thorn Fall
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