“You can argue all you want. I totally won. You’re the one who landed on his arse first.” Megan said as she tugged her top back in place. Glancing up as she finished, Megan grinned. “But I suppose, I can let you win.” Megan teased, following it up with a giggle. As Justin mentioned clothing, Megan glanced down at her own bikini before looking over at Justin, biting her lower lip. “I – er yeah lucky we didn’t.” Megan agreed, not entirely sure she would have minded if Justin had lost his truks, though that thought immediately brought colour to her cheeks. The blush disappeared as quickly as it had arrived, as Justin complained about her suit. She frowned. “No? I’m not cold.” Megan knew that wasn’t why he wanted her covered up, but if Justin didn’t like it, well he could lump it.