“I’m fuckin’ drenched.” “My bad.” She smiles. “At least it’s only water.” “Oh, only water.” I raise a brow, bending to grab the thing. I expect her to run, warn me, or at least say something about how her makeup and hair is done and not to ruin it—it is, but she doesn’t. Brielle smiles. “Go for it, rain man. It’s hot out here.”
