A Fooking Orange

I didn't know why I did that. I ran back into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I didn't know why I was breathing heavily as I leaned against the door. I was a badass tomboy who didn't give a damn about anything, but when Clark saw me in a wet, very short towel, I felt my heart hammering loudly against my chest. A freaking blush creeped up my neck! I needed to visit a doctor immediately. Or more so, check into a mental asylum.

"You were supposed to be in the restaurant with Ian!" I shouted from inside the bathroom, feeling myself flush in embarrassment.

"We then thought of ordering the food in our rooms," he said calmly as if least affected by what had happened a few seconds ago.

I should just go out now since he didn't care anyway. He already saw me so there was no use in hiding. I mustered up enough courage and inhaled deeply, all the while cursing at myself. Then I slowly opened the door and stepped out. Clark was still seated on the bed, his face buried in his hands. He look