There was another knock on the bathroom door a few minutes later. Tristan's soft voice spoke up from the other side of the door. "I have your stuff. Do you need anything else?" There wasn't a remote sense of laughter in his tone, which made me feel a little better but casting a look at my soaked underwear and stained shorts, I knew there wasn't any way for me to get out of the bathroom with my dignity intact.

"I stained my shorts," I muttered, my face flaming red in embarrassment.

I swear he snorted but then it was silent. "Just come upstairs, shower, and I'll let you borrow some shorts or something."

My shorts were back on an instant later and my wet undies stowed in my pocket, when I opened the door very slowly to see Tristan leaning against the opposite wall biting his lip. He wanted to laugh, I knew he was fighting the urge. His eyes were wide and the sides of his mouth were pulled up, but he just looked at me. "Thanks, Tristan."

"Don't worry about it, it happens," he said, but his voice broke at the last syllable, and he snorted. "I'm sorry!" He pinched the bridge of his nose to stop the noise before making his way up the stairs. I was glad he'd gone up first and on his own, because there was no way in hell I would've let him walk behind me with the gigantic stain on my clothes. It was bad enough he was holding my emergency underwear in his hands; they were yellow cotton things with more stains on them than a motel room's sheets, but I didn't want to make it worse by flaunting my period disaster.

Making my way through his bedroom, I found him in his bathroom. He was messing with the taps to the shower a few moments later, while I crowded against the wall to keep my ass from view. Green eyes peered over at me from their spot across the room, but they looked a little too amused. "Are you going to get naked, or what?"

"Excuse me?" I let out what sounded like a hysterical giggle. Did he just...?

"Take a shower, I'm sure you have... some stickiness going on down there," Tristan tried to say with a straight face, but the corners of his mouth lifted up a little.

"I will, when you get out the bathroom," I was sure my voice was higher than normal, I could feel it. Was he seriously telling me to get naked in front of him? No way.

He left the stall door open and folded his arms across his chest. "Kat, you don't have anything I haven't seen a million times before."

His words cut me. Oh my God. They cut me, but they were true even if I hadn't seen proof of it yet. I knew he was only speaking the truth. I was stuck trying to understand what he was telling me. Who in the hell tries to see another person naked with so much nonchalance? I couldn't help but stare at him, stare at those lines of muscle that outlined his forearms, stare at the sharp jawline with a bit of dark scruff. It was his words that drove me to nod at him like a lunatic.

Fuck it.

Zoey, Nikki, and Josh had all seen me naked. It wasn’t like I had anything not to be proud of.

I peeled off my t-shirt to reveal the plain beige bra underneath, my eyes staying locked on Tristan's throat. I didn't have the balls to look him in the eye while I did this. A huge part of me couldn't even comprehend what I was actually doing until I was walking toward the stall, right next to where he stood, and then I was undoing the clasp on the back of my bra. It was strange that I blushed for the dumbest things, but my body seemed to be on my side because there wasn't a hint of red or pink anywhere on me. I was perpendicular to him, facing the shower stall while he leaned against the wall but this time, I looked at him over my shoulder.

"You haven't seen anything of mine before, Mag," I said calmly, flicking the clasp on my bra and slowly pulling one strap over my shoulder and arm, while the beige material bunched in front of my chest.