SCARLETTE
"I can do it myself, Caelan." I frowned at him.
"No, you can't," he insisted.
"I can,"
"Come on. Just stop talking for a few minutes. It's not I haven't seen and tasted everything that's beneath those clothes." He spoke. My mouth hung open at his straightforwardness. Heat slithered its way to my face, residing on my cheeks, and never leaving.
"How dare you say that!" I punched his arm. He chuckled loudly.
He was persistent about helping me take a shower. Last night, I went to sleep without bothering if I were clean or not, just to avoid him helping me do it. It was gross, but I just turned my thoughts far away from it. However, today, I couldn't stand it anymore, I wanted to feel fresh and clean, but as stubborn as he was, he carried me to the inside the bathroom, which wa
