I glance at the shower again, mourning the loss of warm water running down my skin.
“Bye, shower,” I whisper, taking a step, only to walk right into a hard chest. North hadn’t walked away as I thought.
“Did you just say goodbye to the shower?” He frowns, but I walk past him, opening the door to step out.
“No.”
Fuck. The weird girl strikes again.
Now, I’m not only talking to ghosts. No, bathrooms are my new conversation partners.
North steps up to my side, keeping pace. “Another point on the long list of things I have that you like better than me?”
When I glance at him, there’s a slight smirk on his lips, doing things to my heart.
“No, since the shower is part of the house, it’s not a new point,” I reply flatly, making him chuckle.
“Is the shower down there that good? I only use the one upstairs. You have to tell me if I’m missing out.”
Is he flirting?
“When you have to wash yourself over a sink for weeks, every shower isthat good. Don’t get me wrong, it does the job. I’m clean, but I miss having a shower and washing my clothes,” I explain, keeping my brisk pace.
Why did I just share that funny little tidbit?
“You can’t wash your clothes?” He looks at me like I just offended him personally.
And Tally calls me a pampered princess.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that. I wash my panties in the sink. It’s just… it’s more difficult to wash jeans and sweaters and stuff.” I cross my arms over my chest.
I’m not gross, dammit.
North stops and stares at me, his expression going blank as if I just painted a picture for him of me washing my panties in a sink, which is way sexier in his head than in reality for sure.
Or maybe he thinks I’m gross.
Suddenly, he kick-starts again, “You know you can always come over to shower or wash your clothes. We have four bathrooms and a laundry room.”
“You guys have a laundry room?”
Why did nobody tell me that while I was there?
“We do. You never saw it?”
“I haven’t seen much of the house besides the bedrooms and the hot tub,” I admit, and now it sounds like I was just there to fool around.Awesome.
North’s expression turns grumpy somehow, and I’m reminded that he accused me of fucking around with the Joneses. To top it off, just a few minutes ago, he found me sneaking out of his brother’s room.Again.
“Are you mad at me?” I hesitantly ask as we walk up to the van, glancing at him, feeling vulnerable.
North looks at me surprised before he barks a laugh.
Yes, just the reaction I was looking for.
“What?”
“You asked me ifI’mmad?” He lifts his brows when his gaze finds mine.
