"It's fine," Finnick said with a laugh when she seemed to grow increasingly more flustered. "I can leave."

He pushed himself away from the wall and began to swim back toward where he'd left his clothes in a messy pile on top of a towel.

"Turn around if you want to," he warned with a wry grin. He figured it was better that he give her fair warning this time. That done, he pulled himself deftly out of the pool and reached for the towel waiting for him.