My face went nuclear. I grabbed the shower curtain and yanked it closed between us. “You’re the worst human being alive! And freaking impossible too!”
“Impossible?” His voice came from the other side of the curtain, sharp and mocking. “That’s rich coming from the girl who can’t admit when she needs help.”
I yanked the curtain back just enough to glare at him, water dripping down my face. “You’re the one acting like a caveman!”
His jaw tightened, and he stepped closer, his hands on his hips. “Because you’re acting like a brat!”
“A brat?!” I shot back, crossing my arms over my chest. “I didn’t ask for your help, Blake!”
“No, you didn’t. But you sure as hell needed it,” he snapped, his eyes locking on mine.
I opened my mouth to argue, but his gaze dipped—just for a second—before snappin
