Layla's eyes went to his bare chest and then to her barely clothed self, and she gasped.
Jason smiled, "it's not what you are thinking. You showed up at my door this morning almost frozen to death, the heater didn't seem to be doing a good job of warming you up, so I had to warm you with my body heat."
"Oh..." Layla said now moving a bit farther away from him.
"I will get your clothes," Jason said as he got off the bed and picked up the shirt and pyjama trousers he had worn her earlier.
"Your clothes are damp," he explained when he noticed the confusion on Layla's face.
"Oh, thanks." Her eyes avoided his body.
Jason picked up his own clothes. "I will go and get you a cup of coffee." He said before leaving the room.
Layla groaned as she sat up on the bed and put on the clothes that Jason had handed her.
