"Agh!" Jim fell backwards, pulling the top of Evaine's swimsuit off his face. "Eva, I don't want to be touching your swimsuit. Are you gonna put it on or what?" he asked, laughing. He just rolled his eyes again as she walked away to change. "You'll catch me dead before I wear something like that," he said. Some guys were fond of cross dressing. He wasn't one of them. When Evaine came back out, he could see the self-conscious look on her face as she glanced down at the bruises dotting her body. He felt his hand curl into a fist at seeing the damage Leroy had done. Then he sighed, putting the angry emotions aside. He didn't want to deal with that right now. He walked over to Evaine, took her hand in his, and kissed her knuckles, trying to put her at ease. "You still look beautiful to me," he assured her.