Chapter Seventy-four

Catherine's POV:

I looked down at the supposed spare clothes Michael had for me. It was one of his shirts that barely covered my thigh. Sighing, I looked up at him to see a mischievous grin on his face.

"You did all of these just so I could wear this, right?"

He scratched his head and I glared hard at him. "No. I didn't know I only had these shirts in my trunk. I usually keep extra for emergencies so I must have worn the flannels out."

Sighing, I nodded. "Let's act like I have no idea what you are doing."

He raised his hand in surrender and shrugged before following after me. We stopped by the banks and took a seat on the sandy grasses.

My bare buttocks grazed the sand and I stood up immediately, whining in exasperation as I cleaned my buttocks. Michael looked up at me with raised brows.

"What's the matter?"

"Why do I feel like you're acting like you don't know what the matter is to annoy me?"

"If you would speak faster, this would be easier for u