The mention of clothes reminded her that they were both half-dressed, and she couldn't quite stop the glance down at him, then back up, one brow arching and her mouth opening.

She shut it with a snap. The least she could do after he'd rescued her floating ass was keep her mouth shut. "Right. Go cover your shame." She'd just pull on jeans and that was dressed enough for her, which meant that unless he super-sped, she'd beat him out into the kitchen and be pouring herself coffee.

The breakfast of champions.