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Okay, well, that answered that question.
“Seriously, what did you mean by it?” I pressed.
“Seriously, you have makeup smeared all over your face.”
“Adrien!” I meant for it to be snappy, but somehow it came out as amused and bubbly.
He chuckled. “Go rinse off first, then I’ll tell you.”
“No. Tell me first.”
“Did you look in the mirror before you stormed out here?”
“Bold of you to assume I care what I look like in front of you.”
“You don’t?”
“No.”
He smirked, probably because my nostril flared. And then, to my complete and utter horror, he raised his phoneand snapped a picture of me.
“My new wallpaper,” he said.
Oh,hell no.
“Your corpse is going to be mine if you don’t delete that picture right now.”
“That’sdark, Sanchez. Even for you.”
I practically lunged for his phone, but he quickly hid it behind his back and pressed a palm to my towel-covered chest, keeping me at arm’s length.
“I told you I have a fake fear of clowns. This is incredibly triggering for me,” he said.
I tried not to laugh. Really, I did. “That’s rude as hell! Give me your phone!”
“No.”
“Adrien!”
“Ria!” he exclaimed, mimicking my voice.
And before I knew what was happening, I was on top of him, trying to wrestle his phone from behind his back with my one free arm. I really should have dried off and changed before storming out here.
“Sanchez, if you get a single drop of shampoo on me—”
I rubbed my wet head against his cheek. “You’ll what?”
My warning came in the form of a single dimple, and then his arms were hooked around my waist, and I was being lifted.
I squealed with what could only be described as unhinged delight as Adrien picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and stormed us into the bathroom.
I still had my towel on when it started to rain hot water, though he’d managed to throw off his sweats and briefs before stepping into the walk-in shower.
I was laughing so hard tears streaked my cheeks. “Put me down, you hooligan!”
He smacked my butt over the wet towel, then obliged. The second my feet were planted on the firm tiles, my cheeks were cupped in his hands, and his smiling lips were pressed to mine.
I should have stopped it. I knew I should have. So why did I drop my towel and sling my arms around his neck instead? Why did I giggle when he nibbled on my lip, and melt right into his warm embrace?
