[It's not that he makes a face when he's told to take his shirt off, but his lips are definitely closer to sulk than they are to smile. Still, it's not like he's stupid enough to ever deny her this, so he presses the cigarette between his lips as he settles the hat gently on the blanket to avoid it getting sandy, tugging at the bottom of his shirt.
He holds it out to her when he's done, not because he wants her to cover up, but on the worry she might be cold. It will hang loose over her, but it will be comfortable.]
I don't see why people need to take off all their clothes in public. Why don't they save this for the bedroom?
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He holds it out to her when he's done, not because he wants her to cover up, but on the worry she might be cold. It will hang loose over her, but it will be comfortable.]
I don't see why people need to take off all their clothes in public. Why don't they save this for the bedroom?