As soon as Derek's on his feet, I'm able to bring my knees up completely, hiding the most embarrassing bits. I swear I hear Derek actually whine for a second, a soft sort of plaintive sound that makes my chest ache even through my embarrassment, but it's quickly forgotten when he bows to rest his head on the ground and covers his eyes with his paws.

It's enough to make me laugh and I feel some of the anxiety fade away as I get to my feet. "You look adorable like that, you know. I may never let you live this down," I tell him, carefully covering myself, shivering at the cold. I wish we'd had the foresight to fall asleep closer to where we'd left our clothes. "Could, uhm... I mean. Would it be horribly rude to ask you to fetch us our clothes?"

As nice as Derek is being about wanting to give me my privacy, it's not like he can close his eyes as we make our trek back to the other side of the clearing. And I wouldn't ask him to as mortified as I might be.