Tequila's POV
"My back." I complain as I lay out on the bed.
"Well, I guess our day is cancelled."
"Whose fault is that?" I snap.
"Hey, I'm not the one who wanted to get all touchy touchy."
"I was reaching for the towel."
"Right." He smirks, sitting on the bed while popping 'LAYS' into his mouth.
"Everything hurts." I groan shutting my eyes and he sighs.
All I hear is shuffling but kept my eyes closed suddenly wanting to fall asleep.
"I'm going to lift you shirt." Oops, the sleep has, oh so suddenly disappeared.
"What?" I blink.
"Relax, I'm just going to help you."
"By lifting my shirt?"
"It's only your back. Stop being a prude." He snorts and I glare at him.
"Right right, sorry." I let out a heavy breath and awkwardly let him peel off the back of my shirt, rubbing my back wi
