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My earlier intuition had been correct;  Mike really hadn't been interested in touching me in the way I would have liked even if he'd spent the entirety of my time in the bathroom a few metres away. He had been too busy worrying about my wellbeing and comfort to care about the naked boobs I kept flashing him on purpose.

Or maybe he was just being faithful to Cordelia. 

The latter thought had made me so ashamed of my earlier action that I'd kept to silence even after  clothed heavily in one of  his denim jackets and woolen sweatpants that pooled at my feet. 

I was currently seated in one of his ancient settees with my injured foot propped on this cheap wooden table and a mug of hot cocoa which he'd prepared enclosed between both my palms. He was seated opposite me staring unblinkingly