He shook his head. She seemed oblivious to the effect she was having on him while he suffered the consequences of her actions. "Okay. I think I'll leave you to get dressed."
She frowned, "You don't need to. I can change in your presence."
He wished.
"No, Mia. I need to talk to you, and if you change in front of me, I don't think I can have a coherent conversation."
She narrowed her eyes at him, then glanced downward and noticed the tent in his trousers. She stared for a moment before nodding in agreement. "I think you're right. How about I go change in the closet, and you wait here for me?"
