*Ada*

I rested my head against Bryson's chest again, just enjoying the comfort that came from his presence. It took me a minute of feeling the little tingles to remember that he was still shirtless.

"Oh, sorry," I said, leaning back. "Did you need your shirt back?"

I started to hand it to him, but he shook his head quickly and pushed it back to me, averting his eyes.

"No, you can keep it," he said, his voice thick.

I looked down in confusion and then remembered ...