At that, I lifted my brows and said coolly, "You're thinking too much. How could I be sarcastic? I'm only stating the truth."
"You—" He let out a short, angry laugh, then suddenly lifted me out of the water and threw me onto the bed.
I quickly grabbed the blanket and pulled it over myself. He glanced at me and sneered, "I can't believe you're actually shy."
I ignored him again. Pressing my lips together, I looked to the side of the bed, but there were no clothes within reach. Then I saw him taking off his soaked jacket.
Half of his shirt was wet, the fabric clinging tightly to his chest, outlining the strength he carried without effort. The sight made my breath pause for a second, but I forced myself to look away. "Ashton, I don't want to do this with you."
His hands stopped mid-button. Then he let out a low laugh. "So you think that highly of my energy?" He glanced at me briefly. "Relax. I'm not that unreasonable."
