Thankfully, Holden did not take long. After unintentionally getting the opportunity to take in his bare-chested appearance, her eyes widened slightly.
	“Oh!” She looked away as she grabbed her water bottle, then stood and turned from him. Seeing her brothers walk around in a towel was one thing, but Holden was another.
	She shrugged at his question, and cleared her throat awkwardly. “No idea. Didn’t even think about that. Maybe pick the lightest colored ones you have, just in case?”
	When, at last, he said she could turn around, she did so. Regrettably, his version of being covered enough for his present company involved just a pair of boxer shorts, and she spun back around.
	In the silence that followed, broken only by the sounds of him rummaging through the drawers and the gentle swish of him changing out repeatedly, she fidgeted with her water bottle, wishing he would hurry up. 
	At Trevor’s name, she turned her head just far enough to make out some of Holden’s movements in her peripheral vision.
	She blinked at his question. “What? No. Well, okay. I did,” she amended, looking down to the bottle as she turned it. She shook her head. “But not anymore. He’s just a friend who’s helping me with school. Is that the rumor that’s going around about us, or something?”
	Maybe she really [i]should[/i] start listening to the rumors that plagued the school more often.