"I'm not. It's just cold, that's all. My ass is frozen I think." I turned my h*ps to show him my wet jeans, rubbing my ass to try and get some of the cold away. I heard him pull in a deep breath and let it out as a sigh. I looked back up to see he was frowning with his eyes closed; it looked like he was in pain or something. "You OK?" I asked, still rubbing my behind. He nodded and shrugged out of his shirt, standing there in his low slung jeans and tight t-shirt that showed off his muscles underneath. He put his shirt around my waist and tied it into a knot at the front. "What are you doing? You'll get cold," I scolded, as I tried to untie the knot he'd made.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. Next time I'll bring a spare sweater for your very fine ass," he replied, grabbing my hands and starting to pull me along again.
