“If it was a tactic, it was a rubbish tactic because you didn’t attack me.” Megan retorted with a self-satisfied smirk. Crossing her arms across her chest, she gave Justin another look. “And you look considerably wetter than I do.”
And he was staring! Weren’t women supposed to get offended when blokes stared? Truth be told, Megan didn’t actually mind. If anything, it was rather flattering to have him stare at her chest. Not that she was going to say that out loud. “I suppose, we should probably dry off.” Megan said, unable to stop the smile that was plastered on her face, as she brushed wet strands of hair from her face. “Then maybe you can give the winner a back rub.”