บท 22: Chapter 22 Please Don't Let Him Win

Quensilla's POV

"I still don't know why you chose to wear this," Theodore complains pointing to the bog really revealing bikini I had on.

"You said we were going to be getting wet!" I say defensively.

"Those weren't my words but okay." He smirks and I gape.

"Boy shut up." I smack his arm and he chuckles as we approach the waterfall.

And no, I didn't walk in a bikini up the trail.

"It looks cold," Theodore mutters.

"Wimp," I grumble under my breathe and he picks me up.

"Hey!"

"Did you just call me a wimp?" He asks walking towards the water.

"No!" I lie laughing and he smirks.

"Give me a kiss." He demands and I happily comply, pecking his lips. "Great." Was the last thing I hear before I was in the air, screaming.

"Theodore! What the h-"

Bubbles.

I swim to the surface breathing hard

"This is so cold." I shiver as he resurfaces, removing his wet shirt. He gives me a smart face and I roll my eyes.