I swallowed hard. He put his hand down on the table and leaned toward me. His face was only a few inches away from mine.

"Close your eyes," he said.

I immediately shut my eyes. Partially out of embarrassment, and partially because I was hoping something was about to happen. God, he's going to kiss me. I'd wanted another kiss ever since our first one. A second later he slapped my ass.

"What the hell?" I opened my eyes. My lifeguard was holding all my clothes. "Oh my God, give those back!"

"Clint was right, you know."

"About what?"

"You have a great ass."

"Damn it, give me back my clothes, J.J."

"I kind of prefer you without clothes."

"J.J.!"

"I'll give you back your clothes if you put your hands down."

"I'm not doing that."

"But I won the game."

"I don't care if you won,” I said.

"You agreed to play."

"I did play. And I took off everything but my thong, just like I had to. Now give me back my clothes." I kept one arm across my chest and reached toward my clothes.

He took a step back. "I feel like I should be allowed to see."

I laughed, but it wasn’t an “I’m having a great time,” laugh. It was more of a “tortured soul” kind of laugh. "Why?"

He continued to back away from me around the table. "You've seen me topless a bunch of times."

"That's different!" I started to chase him around the table. The victory lap I had pictured in my head was not anything like this humiliating moment.

He stopped when we were back where we started and held up my clothes out of reach. "It's not that different. You're acting like no one has ever seen you naked before."

"I am not. I'm just acting like you've never seen me naked before. Which you haven't."

"Well how many guys have seen you naked?"

"J.J., I'd rather not play 20 questions right now."

 

; "I think it's the perfect time to play 20 questions."

"J.J."

"Mila." He raised his eyebrow at me.

"Oh, come on! How would you feel if I pantsed you right now and saw you completely naked?"

"I'd feel like it would be hard to control myself."