Chapter 88. Day Five: One Last Fuck Up (3)

Her practical mind once more working, she buttoned up and straightened her blouse, tucking it into the skirt clumsily as she hunted for the panties he pocketed when he took them off. He watched her with amusement.

“I guess that’s a no,” he said, lazily dragging his pants towards them with his foot.

Half her blouse tucked in, she was crawling on the grass, desperately searching, occasionally stopping to pull grass out of her hair and drag her fingers through it, smoothing it out. He chuckled as he shimmied into his boxes and pants, then put on his shoes.

“There’s no one else here. Relax,” he said, wrapping an arm around her waist.

He pulled her down onto the grass, into his arms. Reaching behind her, he clasped her bra for her, eyes dropping to her thighs as she pulled at her skirt subconsciously. She laid still for a moment in his arms, not wanting to ruin the moment. It was driving her crazy though, he could tell. After a few seconds, she sat up.

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