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voice calling through the door.
“What was that?” I asked. And why the hell was she talking to me anywhere? She was like one of those strangers who took up conversation in public restrooms. Creepy.
“I was wondering if it’s working for you?” Her voice came louder this time, and I knew she moved closer to the door. Great.
“Umm…I think so?” I should have told her the truth, that I wouldn’t even wear it to a gynecological exam, but I didn’t want to cause problems for Jake.
“Great!”
I pulled on the bottoms, immediately blushing at how tiny they were. They fit because they were tie-on, but for the second time that day I was thankful I remembered to use my razor. As I struggled into the “cups,” or whatever you would call something so small, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror, and froze. Holy fuck!
I wasn’t ashamed of my body, but the top was miniscule. I pulled my ponytail out and shifted my hair forward to cover some of the exposed flesh. “Umm… What towel do I use?” I called through the door, both hoping and dreading that Grace was still on the other side.
“There should be some in the cabinet to the right of the shower.”
Yep. Still there.
I opened the cupboard, grabbed one of the gray towels, and wrapped it around me before pounding the rest of my beer. When I opened the door a minute later, she stood in the center of the room. Her towel was still by the closet, and I couldn’t help notice her suit was much less revealing than mine.
“Do you like it?” She looked amused as her eyes scanned over me from head to toe.
Anger flushed my cheeks, and my chest puffed up. She’d done this on purpose!
“Perfect,” I answered sweetly, but inside I was livid. I wanted to yank her aqua bikini from her body and see how she liked it. She’d intentionally given me this suit to make me uncomfortable. What kind of person did that? I clenched my jaw, pulled the towel from my body, and walked out to the yard. Screw her .
I’d always been rebellious. If you told me to do one thing, I was likely to do the other. And it had seemed like a good idea in the moment, but that was only until I stepped out on the patio.
John noticed me first. He grinned appreciatively, raised his eyebrows, then took a swig of beer.
Jake and Em turned in unison, and I watched in slow motion as his gaze swept over me. His eyes smoldering blue as he took in every bit of my exposed skin. When he finally met my face, I was blushing. He cleared his throat, and I wrapped the towel around my body again.
“Do you know how to make a margarita, Katie?” Em asked, averting my attention.
“Sorta,” I responded, forcing my eyes from Jake’s heated stare.
“Well, that’s a hell of a lot better than me.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me behind her to the kitchen.
She placed a couple of shot glasses on the counter and immediately filled them with tequila. “I’ve had a shitty week,” she explained, “how about you?”
I nodded. “You have no idea.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Her eyes searched mine as she handed me one of the glasses.
“Not really.” I crinkled my nose, hoping she didn’t take offense.
“Yeah, me either.” She held up her shot and waited for me to do the same. “To new beginnings.”
I laughed, thinking about how appropriate that was. We both threw back our drinks, and I coughed as the caustic fluid burned my throat. She gave me a couple pounds to my back, and I laughed again. “Sorry, it’s just been a long time since I’ve done a shot.”
“Well, we’ll just have to remedy that,” she replied, filling my glass for the second time.
“So are you and John—”
“God, no!”
“I’m sorry, I just saw you together and assumed.”
She laughed. “John’s great, but he’s not my type.” She threw back her second shot and gestured for me to do the same.
We spent a few minutes gathering
“What was that?” I asked. And why the hell was she talking to me anywhere? She was like one of those strangers who took up conversation in public restrooms. Creepy.
“I was wondering if it’s working for you?” Her voice came louder this time, and I knew she moved closer to the door. Great.
“Umm…I think so?” I should have told her the truth, that I wouldn’t even wear it to a gynecological exam, but I didn’t want to cause problems for Jake.
“Great!”
I pulled on the bottoms, immediately blushing at how tiny they were. They fit because they were tie-on, but for the second time that day I was thankful I remembered to use my razor. As I struggled into the “cups,” or whatever you would call something so small, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror, and froze. Holy fuck!
I wasn’t ashamed of my body, but the top was miniscule. I pulled my ponytail out and shifted my hair forward to cover some of the exposed flesh. “Umm… What towel do I use?” I called through the door, both hoping and dreading that Grace was still on the other side.
“There should be some in the cabinet to the right of the shower.”
Yep. Still there.
I opened the cupboard, grabbed one of the gray towels, and wrapped it around me before pounding the rest of my beer. When I opened the door a minute later, she stood in the center of the room. Her towel was still by the closet, and I couldn’t help notice her suit was much less revealing than mine.
“Do you like it?” She looked amused as her eyes scanned over me from head to toe.
Anger flushed my cheeks, and my chest puffed up. She’d done this on purpose!
“Perfect,” I answered sweetly, but inside I was livid. I wanted to yank her aqua bikini from her body and see how she liked it. She’d intentionally given me this suit to make me uncomfortable. What kind of person did that? I clenched my jaw, pulled the towel from my body, and walked out to the yard. Screw her .
I’d always been rebellious. If you told me to do one thing, I was likely to do the other. And it had seemed like a good idea in the moment, but that was only until I stepped out on the patio.
John noticed me first. He grinned appreciatively, raised his eyebrows, then took a swig of beer.
Jake and Em turned in unison, and I watched in slow motion as his gaze swept over me. His eyes smoldering blue as he took in every bit of my exposed skin. When he finally met my face, I was blushing. He cleared his throat, and I wrapped the towel around my body again.
“Do you know how to make a margarita, Katie?” Em asked, averting my attention.
“Sorta,” I responded, forcing my eyes from Jake’s heated stare.
“Well, that’s a hell of a lot better than me.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me behind her to the kitchen.
She placed a couple of shot glasses on the counter and immediately filled them with tequila. “I’ve had a shitty week,” she explained, “how about you?”
I nodded. “You have no idea.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Her eyes searched mine as she handed me one of the glasses.
“Not really.” I crinkled my nose, hoping she didn’t take offense.
“Yeah, me either.” She held up her shot and waited for me to do the same. “To new beginnings.”
I laughed, thinking about how appropriate that was. We both threw back our drinks, and I coughed as the caustic fluid burned my throat. She gave me a couple pounds to my back, and I laughed again. “Sorry, it’s just been a long time since I’ve done a shot.”
“Well, we’ll just have to remedy that,” she replied, filling my glass for the second time.
“So are you and John—”
“God, no!”
“I’m sorry, I just saw you together and assumed.”
She laughed. “John’s great, but he’s not my type.” She threw back her second shot and gestured for me to do the same.
We spent a few minutes gathering
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