I'll come to get you, baby

Monica has no idea of what was going on. Her mouth was left half opened after I took the ice cream from her hands.

Andrea giggled and covered her mouth. Watching how the boys sighed in dismay and rubbed their heads in chorus.

After a couple of minutes, Monica came back to her senses and looked at my way.

She blinked her eyes countless times and stuck with the topless men in front of her. "What the hell is going on? Why are you topless?"

However, none of the boys answered.

Liam turned around and walked towards the spot where he left the sack of firing woods.

Tristan took another plate and grabbed some grilled sausages and a glass of champagne while Brooke waved his hands right on her face.

He shrugged off his shoulders, "Never mind. You can't relate it, Monica." Brooke murmured.

Out of the blue, the boys' mood changed, and I only took it as a joke. I didn't know what to do with them either.