Jared's voice softened, taking on a teasing warmth that sent a flicker of heat to Jerica's cheeks. "I know," he said, his tone quieter now as he leaned in closer, his breath brushing her ear.
"You're not exactly the rough-it-out-in-the-wilderness kind of girl… You won't even share a sleeping space, let alone use a public bathroom. Remember the last time we stayed somewhere without a five-star rating? You made me clean the bathroom before you'd even step foot inside."
Jerica bristled, her back stiffening as she felt his proximity. He was too close, and with so many eyes on them, the moment felt far too intimate for her liking.
Yet, she wasn't flustered about his words—she could defend her reasoning for that bathroom situation any day. "It was for safety reasons," she snapped, her voice a touch sharper than intended. "One cannot be too careful with these things. Diseases spread because of bad hygiene."