He uses his finger to indicate that I should turn around. “Not that we haven’t seen everything already,” he says. I hear him drying off, and the image of it does weird, electric things to my body. “The Bathroom of Doom sort of took care of that.” “I feel like I should apologize,” I say. “You did throw up directly afterward.” He laughs quietly, under his breath. “As if that would be my reaction to seeing you naked, Olive.”
