"Give it back to me!"
Will immediately recognized his own phone and rushed over to snatch it.
Jessica raised her hand, dodged his palm, and stepped back two paces.
"The pendant for the phone, or else," she lifted her right hand, holding the phone over the toilet bowl, "say goodbye to your phone, Colonel."
In his phone, there were many important calls and emails... All this information was extremely valuable. Losing the phone would be a huge loss for him.
Not to mention, just reorganizing those contacts would take hours.
"Jessica!" Will raised his right hand, "If you dare to throw away my phone, I will never let you off."
Jessica arched an eyebrow, "Then give me back my stuff!"
As she spoke, she loosened two fingers, now holding his phone between just her thumb and forefinger.
Will silently cursed himself for forgetting his jacket earlier and reached up to pull off the pendant around his neck.
"Alright, we’ll trade."
As he spoke, he shook the pendant in his hand at her.
"We’ll both put our items on the table, and then retrieve our own."
Thus, the two watched each other cautiously as they placed their items (the phone and the pendant) on the nearby surface.
"I’ll count 1, 2, 3, and we go get our stuff," Jessica started counting, "1, 3!"
She didn’t even count to 2 before darting forward to grab her pendant.
She reached out but grabbed air, as Will jerked back the pendant and reached to grab her wrist, flinging her to the side as he lunged for the phone.
Jessica dove at him, grabbed his calf, and pulled him down to the ground. She then tried to pile on top of him, but Will rolled swiftly to the side. Jessica missed, and seeing him reach for the phone, she kicked it away.
With a loud thud, the phone landed outside the shower area.
Will turned to go for it, but Jessica’s foot flew up, kicking him in the back. He dove forward, stepping on the small shampoo bottle that had fallen to the floor, slipping, and crashing into the shower, his back hitting the faucet.
Suddenly, water sprayed everywhere.
Before he could get up, Jessica had already pounced on him, trying to pull the pendant from his neck. She had just grabbed the cross when her wrist was captured by his grip.
She lifted her other hand to strike back, but Will similarly caught it.
She couldn’t break free, and he couldn’t either, the two once again locked in a stalemate.
Above their heads, water continued to spray from the shower, soaking both of them. Jessica’s long hair quickly became wet, droplets running down her pointed chin to her collar, then sliding down her smooth skin into the vaguely visible cleavage.
Noticing the slight protrusion on her clothes, Will’s mouth went dry as the image of her accidental exposure flashed before his eyes. Sensing his gaze, Jessica became furious.
"I’ll look wherever I want with my eyes!"
"Let go of me!" Jessica shouted.
"Let go of the pendant, and naturally, I’ll let you go."
Will smirked, "Then don’t blame me for continuing to look."
After speaking, he deliberately moved his gaze across her chest.
Jessica frowned, drawing in her arms, but she couldn’t move as he was holding them firmly.
Outside, footsteps approached, and then someone knocked on the door.