We walked fast, almost jogging through the shadows of the estate grounds, the night air cool against our wet skin. My soaked underwear clung to me, heavy and cold, but I didn’t care, I was too wired from what we’d just done in the pool. Calvin had managed to grab one towel, the oversized hotel-white kind, but I hadn’t thought to bring one at all. So I clung to him, both of us wrapped inside the same damp cotton, wet bodie...