She probably thought no one would notice her disheveled state.
But men did.
They quieted. Eying her as she reached the bottom level. Their gaze flitting over the lingering sweat on her skin, the dampness to the strands of her hair that rested along her neck. The flush still in her cheeks and the way her hair was shuffled toward the back and top of her head.
Clearly in disarray.
That made me smile.
It was obvious to me what we’d been doing up there.