“Maybe the other teams didn’t hate each other’s guts as much as ours did,” Luca says with a shrug, walking slowly for his bunk. I follow.
“I don’t think Perry hated us,” I murmur, glancing towards the bathroom where the other three have disappeared.
“Yeah, well, I don’t think we’ll be swapping recipes with him anytime soon,” Luca says, his voice dry. “Not when he’s tied up with those two.”
I hum a little consideringly as Luca grabs his bathing things and then waits for me as I grab mine. We head into the bathroom together, but I blush horribly when Luca heads for the showers, stripping off his shirt.
“Are you coming?” he calls over his shoulder.
I mumble something awkward about it being late and how I’m tired, and Luca just shrugs. I turn my back, pressing my eyes shut as Luca drops
