"Yes, thank you" She said blushing as she took it from him; trying and failing to ignore the fact that he was laughing at her and had all but said he thought about her in that way most of the time. Mentally she knew that she better just get used to things like this, after all, she already knew he liked to poke fun at her and their....attraction to each other wasn't exactly new either given their first meeting ~something that still left her embarrassed beyond belief considering they had barely known each other~ And she knew more was bound to happen anyway since they've been hanging out with each other so much lately, so the rosette knew she should really just resign herself to rolling with whatever the Wilder threw at her at this point or she'd blow a fuse before long.
At the very least, she now had a cover up and wouldn't have to worry about proclaiming her arousal to him to the world anymore. She knew it didn't help John's problem at all ~if he even considered it one~ but unlike her, he seemed more than ok with walking around without a shirt on.
Slipping the worn jacket on confirmed her suspicion that'd it easily hide her state of undress. It was obviously too large for her small frame; the sleeves completely covered her hands and the whole jacket just seemed to be barely hang onto her shoulders. But she was more than happy for the cover and getting to wrap herself in her favorite Wilder's rather addicting aroma was also a plus.
"So...shall we head in?" She asked, reaching her hand out to his in a silent truce of "I'll stop freaking out for now, if you stop pushing my buttons".
At the very least, she now had a cover up and wouldn't have to worry about proclaiming her arousal to him to the world anymore. She knew it didn't help John's problem at all ~if he even considered it one~ but unlike her, he seemed more than ok with walking around without a shirt on.
Slipping the worn jacket on confirmed her suspicion that'd it easily hide her state of undress. It was obviously too large for her small frame; the sleeves completely covered her hands and the whole jacket just seemed to be barely hang onto her shoulders. But she was more than happy for the cover and getting to wrap herself in her favorite Wilder's rather addicting aroma was also a plus.
"So...shall we head in?" She asked, reaching her hand out to his in a silent truce of "I'll stop freaking out for now, if you stop pushing my buttons".