Emily's pov
"Bryson!" I scowled playfully as he playfully messes up my still wet hair.
"I like it messy. Reminds me of what we had just done." He winks, smirking and showing off his cute dimples.
My heart melted at the sight but I blushed furiously at his words. "Stop." I smacked his chest lightly.
He raised a brow, his eyes twinkling. I groaned inwardly. He was about to make a joke I bet.
"You were not telling me to stop in the tub Em. If I remember correctly, you were saying the opposite." He grinned, displaying his white teeth as he ogled his huge t-shirt on me.
Him ripping my dress made it impossible for me to use again. I also had his boxers on and had to roll them up around my waist because I was way smaller than he was.
I glared at him playfully, pouting. "Bryson."
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