Blake laid comfortably on the bed as he shamelessly watched Emily get dressed. "You're her best friend, it makes sense that you explain everything."
"You were the one on top of me, so you should explain," Emily argued with a hint of red on her cheeks.
Her blush intensified as she continued, but made sure to keep her head down so Blake wouldn't notice that she was embarrassed. "Anessa will think we had sex or something."
Blake got up from his relaxed position, "And what's so bad about that? I don't really have a problem with her thinking that, but you seem to so you should explain."
'He's so annoying!' Emily internally complained, before finally giving in, "Fine, if you're gonna be a dick about it I'll explain."
Blake smiled and walked past her to open the door, he slightly bowed, "After you."
Emily rolled her eyes and stepped past him into the empty hallway. She looked up and down with a frown, "Where did she go?"
