Stella lets him wrap the slightly damp fluffy towel around her before they both track into the bedroom. She picks out clothes from the closet, watching him lean against the head board with his gorgeous legs sprawled before him on the bed. What women wouldn't appreciate the sit of him  sitting bare chested with his still hair sitting on a bed? She takes her time dressing, giving him one last look for the day. "I suppose we go to park somewhere so you can teach Ashley about controlling fire," she says sitting on the edge of the bed close to him. "That sadly would requite you to put on a shirt. You could get away with that during the warmer summer months. And shoes as well."