*Minho’s POV*

“Gawsh, I’m so excited we’re going back to the mansion!” Nicole exclaimed as she packed up her bags. “I am done with this camping and hotel stuff!”

“Aw, but aren’t you going to miss this one-on-one time together?” I slipped my hands around her waist from behind and whispered softly in her ear. “Just you and me; nobody to get in our way…” I gave her little kisses on the back of the neck.

“Do you have to do that?!” Her sharp tone surprised me. I immediately pulled away.

“Do what?”

She turned to look me in the eye. “You said you loved me for myself. Well lately you’ve been all over me. I feel like it’s not me you love anymore, but just what we do. I’ve been used plenty of times before to see it.”

I was shocked. Was this true? Was I in love with Nicole’s and my, ahem, *actions* rather than her? No way! I loved Nicole for who she was; I was sure of it. “You think I’m all over you for your body? Haha, no! Anyway, if I recall correctly YOU were the one that got in bed with me last night.”

“Yes, but YOU were the one that told me to stay,” she fired back.

Was this an argument? And was she actually WINNING?! I couldn’t let this happen! “Oh yeah? Well you were the one that came into my tent on the second night!”

“Only because YOU got lost and I was worried about you!”

“Okay, but YOU didn’t have to start making out with me!”

“Yeah, but YOU didn’t have to take off my clothes!”

“You took mine off too!” I retorted.

“Well what about last night? YOU should’ve kept your hands to yourself!”

“YOU were wearing a skimpy little, silk night gown that caught on the sheets, with nothing on underneath!”

“Well maybe that’s just how I like to sleep!” she snapped.

“Maybe if you didn’t purposely try to seduce me, I WOULD keep my hands to myself!”

“I do not purposely seduce you! This is just me. It’s how I act and dress on a normal basis. You’re the one that’s by it!”

“No, it’s YOU that gets , and YOU that makes the move on ME!”

“Haha, keep dreaming you frog face! I bet you couldn’t go one day without sleeping with me!” she stated matter-of-factly.

“Oh yeah? You wanna make that bet?! Because I’m totally ready to OWN you! Bring it on!” I shouted.

“Okay! If you can go a week without kissing, hugging, touching, or sleeping with me, I’ll do anything you want me to do for a week! But if you can’t do it –which I know you can’t- you have to do whatever I want you to do for a week!”

“But what if I accidentally brush by you?” I pointed out.

“Well obviously that doesn’t count,” she said in a No-Duh voice. “I mean like… well you KNOW what I mean. Oh! And no holding hands either. No signs physical signs of affection!”

“Okay, but I hope you know that YOU’RE the one that’s going to come begging to me!”

“Ha! Funny story! I’ve got this in the bag!”

“Whatever you want to believe,” I mumbled.

“Ugh! I’m going to go take a shower; alone! Though, I’m sure you’ll be joining me in a few minutes,” she smirked.

I rolled my eyes and went back over to my bag on the bed to make sure I had everything. As she walked by me toward the bathroom, she ‘dropped’ her towel right next to me. She bent over in her short, low cut night gown. I gulped and looked away. Maybe this is going to be harder than I thought…