"Michael," he replied with a smile and a wave of his own. He really couldn't help the sudden desire to let his eyes wander, and he did let them wander, though he only let them momentarily drift below Matthew's waist.<br/><br/>"Trust me," he said, "nothing to forgive...in fact, I'm thinking that I'm going I have to shed a couple layers myself, it might be a bit unfair if I'm the only one to go fully clothed." He laughed, finding his eyes drifting again. It was tough not to. When he'd found Abbey she'd been wearing less but, then it was in a much more, passive way. With Matthew, Michael found there was a certain something more enticing about a dripping wet half-naked man, standing that a sunbathing girl, even one as beautiful as Abbey didn't have. Inevitably, however, that only brought to mind the idea of Abbey in the same situation.<br/>