22. Please Don't Let Him Win

Quensilla's POV
"I still don't know why you chose to wear this," Theodore complains pointing to the bog really revealing bikini I had on.
"You said we were going to be getting wet!" I say defensively.
"Those weren't my words but okay." He smirks and I gape.
"Boy shut up." I smack his arm and he chuckles as we approach the waterfall.
And no, I didn't walk in a bikini up the trail.
"It looks cold," Theodore mutters.
"Wimp," I grumble under my breathe and he picks me up.
"Hey!"
"Did...