I suddenly have the urge to dash back to our room, but I’m determined to stick with the plan.
I jump to my feet and pull him off the tree. He picks up my water bottle and my phone off the ground and hands them to me with a smile. The bottle is covered with pine needles, but thankfully, my mobile is clean. I tuck the phone back in my pocket and attempt to wipe off the bottle.
He grabs the bottle.“Here, give me that.” His t-shirt rides up as he uses it to clean it off. A dark line travels from the band of his jeans and disappears into his shirt. I turn my gaze away. This playing-hard-to-get thing is more challenging than anticipated.
He hands me back the bottle. “All clean.”
I laugh. “Your shirt… not so much.”
He shrugs and pulls it up with a devilish smirk. “Should I take it off?”
I laugh. “Please, no.”
“Afraid you won’t be able to control yourself?”
“Exactly.”
I pretend I’m joking, but I’m dead serious.
