I shifted in place, becoming acutely aware of the penguin-speckled towel once more. I shot Clint a suspicious glance. "Is the reason you brought me here really because you were concerned about me, or was it just to get me into your bed? Because, if the latter is the case, then you're halfway there," I pointed out.
"Is it bad if I say both?" Clint replied with a teasing grin.
"No, I think I'd prefer it," I said, feeling a thrill of excitement.
"Ooo, excellent." Clint leaned back on