Maliya's POV:
I looked down at the supposed spare clothes Harvey had for me. It was one of his shirts that barely covered my thigh. Sighing, I looked up at him to see a mischievous grin on his face.
"You did all of these just so I could wear this, right?"
He scratched his head and I glared hard at him. "No. I didn't know I only had these shirts in my trunk. I usually keep extra for emergencies so I must have worn the flannels out."
Sighing, I nodded. "Let's act like I have no idea what you are doing."
He raised his hand in surrender and shrugged before following after me. We stopped by the banks and took a seat on the sandy grasses.
My bare buttocks grazed the sand and I stood up immediately, whining in exasperation as I cleaned my buttocks. Harvey looked up at me with raised brows.
