‘Are you a prude?’ he questioned, still not putting his damn shirt back on. ‘I don’t understand.’
‘A prude? Jesus, Aiden, do I have to spell it out? In order for me to make it through the rest of this weekend, I need you to not look like that.’
‘Oh. Right, gotcha,’ he said. ‘I’m not trying to make this difficult, you know. But know that the more time I spend with you, the harder this becomes.’
‘What becomes?’ Before she could even engage her brain, her eyes wandered down to his crotch.
‘I meant the situation, Alex.’
Her face flushed with mortification and she picked up her shoes. ‘So, I’m just going to throw myself in the lough now.’
Aiden’s laughter echoed across the beach as she scurried away.
