CHAPTER SIX
After that horribly humiliating episode, I cleaned up and donned fresh clothes. Jack had left my backpack and dirty clothes by the thin tree right before I returned from my nervous breakdown, like some sort of kind gesture.
The audacity.
I couldn't believe that he had actually dared to kiss me. It was funny on his part but terribly embarrassing on mine. How could he make me nervous like that when he knew that my bladder throbbed every freaking time they came into a five-centimetre radius of me?
Grumbling to myself, I picked the clothes off the ground and stashed them into my backpack. Afterwards, I snatched the big bag off the floor and draped it over my shoulder.
"Jack?" I called out.
"Over here." His voice sounded close-by, so I walked around the tree and indeed, there
