Sienna
By the time I stepped out of the shower room, my blouse was beyond saving. Nate looked considerably better.
He had already cleaned himself up and appeared entirely unbothered by everything that had happened.
"This is your fault," I informed him.
Nate glanced at me lazily. "I remember someone vomiting on me first."
"That happened because you dropped me from the climbing wall," I said, scowling at him.
"I lowered you," he said, and grinned at me. "And, besides, I have compensated you. You even came twice. One in my mouth, and one in my—"
"Shut up," I cut off, giving him a warning glare.
Nate only just laughed. And, instead of continuing the argument, he picked up his phone.
"Bring a women's outfit," he said on the phone. "Size S."
I immediately frowned.
