Freya’s pov
Why did I even ask that question?
What the hell is wrong with me?
I am the kind of person who thinks things through.
I am not impulsive like Andrew; I am the responsible and smart one.
I looked at Andrew, who seemed to be thinking, and I frowned.
I am supposed to be the responsible one, and here we are.
“Never mind,” I said, changing my mind.
“Okay then, see you in bed,” he said, and he sank his hand deeper into the water and touched my thigh.
He smirked and then got up to leave.
When he closed the door behind him, I realized that I had stopped breathing.
What was I thinking?
His joining me meant that our naked bodies would be touching.
I mean, yeah, we have done the whole skin-to-skin thing, but that was just our chest.
And that alone, having my breas
