"Don't just stare at me. These clothes won't come off by themselves, Hazel."
Coming back to the present, her legs moved and she approached him. Tentatively, she began taking off his clothes layer by layer and hanging it on a tree. She was done with his upper garments and reached for the lower ones. His pants came off quickly, and she didn't care if she ended up seeing his nudity or not.
Then, she rose again.
"Good," he complimented with a devious smile, which wouldn't stop making her tummy react in an uncomfortable way, "Now, it's your turn."
Say what now?
"You're going to bathe me, that means you cannot get your clothes wet. What better option is there than to take it off?" He strained his head a little to the left, questioning her with his eyes.
