Nate's POV
When I got out of the bathroom, I saw Jessie barely wearing anything on my bed. I sighed heavily, grabbed my clothes, and went to change in the bathroom. Once I was done, I went back out to where she was and she smiled widely at me. I rolled my eyes at her.
"Do you mind explaining why you're wearing so little clothing in my room?" I asked.
"My clothes got torn apart earlier remember, baby boy?" she said.
"I told you not to call me that." I grumbled.
"Why not? I think it's cute." she frowned.
"Hey, just because we used to play together when we were young, it doesn't give you the right to call me whatever you want." I rolled my eyes.
"Come on, why did you let me do it to you back then?" she argued.
"Because we were young. Get a towel, or take my sheets. Get out of m
