Oh, so now it's whatever I want? [ Ah. Definitely more than a little mad. ] You sounded like you were having more than enough fun doing what you wanted.

[ ... she says, as if she hadn't been begging and pleading and voicing her approval at length the entire time. And even though she's putting on a very good show of being mad at him, when her trembling fingers touch his face, it's gentle - she strokes some of his hair back from his face, traces lightly over his cheekbones, brushes her thumb over his lips. Honestly, she's practically petting him like a cat at this point. ]

You're not even going to pretend you're sorry, are you? You jerk. I waited all this time to wear a cute swimsuit and you ruined it.

[ nobody tell her the cute swimsuit was exactly the problem. ]