Belle turned back at precisely the wrong time -- in time to see him taking his clothes off. She licked her lips and found herself staring at him, clearing her throat slightly and wondering if she was meant to do the same in turn. She'd worn a bathing suit herself, but she still didn't know if she should take off her own shirt.

In the end, she kept it on, not wanting the sun to freckle her shoulders from too much absorption. "I hope you like me for more reasons than that."