"Ah... Why aren't you wearing any clothes?" The woman snapped back to reality. She was about to say something, but then her gaze drifted downward and she discovered something startling—the man was wearing nothing but briefs.
'Holy crap, what's going on?'
The woman had clearly forgotten that she was the one who had stripped his clothes off last night. It was only natural that he had nothing else to wear.
Yves Reginald glanced down at his physique, then looked at the woman and gave an innocent shrug. "I don't have any clothes!"
When he woke up, he'd found himself wearing nothing but a pair of briefs. He had searched the entire log cabin, but only found two or three sets of women's clothing, so he was left with no choice but to go shirtless.
A handsome man is handsome no matter what, and he looked just as good shirtless. The woman's eyes kept darting toward his lean, muscular physique as she clicked her tongue. 'So handsome!'
