Not entirely…
He still had on his pants, but his shirt, boots, and whatever dignity he had left was gone.
Leonardo felt like he was losing his mind.
Memories from the night before hit him in pieces; the fire dying out, Cora's matter-of-fact lecture about body heat, and him– fainting like some fragile, overheated idiot at the end of it.
He winced.
Oh, perfect. Very dignified
Carefully, as if defusing a trap, he tried to ease himself away without waking her. But the movement made her stir. Her eyes fluttered open just as he was halfway through an internal meltdown.
Their gazes met.
"Morning," she greeted first, her voice low and rough from sleep. "Feeling better?"
Leonardo's mouth opened and closed soundlessly, like a fish caught in air. But he found his voice quickly. "Where are my clothes? You– you really undressed me?"
"Cause you fainted," she replied, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "I didn't exactly have a choice. Relax, I didn't look."
She paused before adding:
