Ella's POV
"Don't laugh! Stop it! That's not funny at all!"
"Oh? I think it is, and I thought you said you didn't remember anything from last night?"
My lips tightened, and that freaking heat on my cheeks flared again! I hate blushing! If I keep this up ill, have a permanent rash on my face! I kind of also forgot about that little detail and tightened the towels around. Trying my best not to let his crocked grin crawl under my skin.
"Don't change the subject! You called me a freaking slut! YOU! The most famous manwhore I know about!"
I blurted out, and I regretted that last part the moment it left my lips and his face hardened. For a second, I missed that cocky smile; the room felt so cold and dark. But I lifted my chin in defiance anyway. It might not be a nice thing to say, but it was not wrong! And why should he be angry? He called me the same, just with different words!