My only option was walking out in a towel and asking him for clean clothes, but there was no way I was doing that. The i***t would definitely tease me to death like he always did.
I cracked the bathroom door open slightly and peeked my head out.
“Easton,” I called, receiving no answer.
“Easton!” I tried again, but still nothing.
“Easton Cash!”
“What?” he asked grumpily.
“I… I don’t have any clothes to wear,” I stammered.
How many more times was I going to stammer today?
He tilted his head and smiled teasingly.
“That towel looks pretty good on you.”
I slammed the door shut in his face.
“You’re an idiot.”
I heard his laughter through the wooden door.
“Give me a minute. I’ll find you something.”
It didn’t take long before Easton returned and knocked on the bathroom door. When I
