Cammy rolled her eyes and pointed firmly toward the bathroom door. "Out! You pervert!"
Greg chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I'm leaving. No need for name-calling."
"You earned it!" Cammy retorted, shoving him toward the door. Greg, being playful, leaned back slightly to make it harder for her to push him, laughing all the while.
With a determined effort, she finally managed to push him out and lock the door behind him. As she leaned against it, catching her breath, a rush of memories from their night at the villa—particularly in the shower—suddenly came flooding back, making her cheeks flush.
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That night in the villa…
"I should wash up…" Cammy mumbled, attempting to stand. But as she rose, her legs gave way, and she stumbled back onto the bed. "Oh my goodness!"
Greg shot to his feet, concern etched on his face. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
