"I swear, the action figures aren't even mine," Tatum said, as Frankie moved over toward the shelf. "Well, not entirely mine, only half," she corrected herself quietly, straightening up to begin applying on her arms, and then a small amount over her face. Whenever she went swimming, her cheeks always got burnt before anything else.

"And I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to. I didn't think you'd want to sleep in a pile of my dirty jeans," she added. Taking her bracelets and ring off, she settled them onto the dresser, and grabbed an elastic, pulling her hair back loosely from her face. "I'm ready whenever you are. I just gotta grab a towel."