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“What’s wrong?”
“I told you to dress toimpresstoday.” He looks over my swimsuit. “You look like you’re about to swim with the Amish.”
“Seriously, Kevin?”
“A one-piece bodysuit?” He presses a hand against his chest. “Why get dressed to go swimming at all?”
“Okay, that’s it,” I say. “I’ll go home then.”
“Not so fast.” He sets his bag down on a ledge. “I figured you’d pull this bullshit, so I came prepared.”
He rummages through the bag and pulls out a sparkling red bikini.
“Here,” he says. “Put this on.”
“Kevin, I came here for you to find a guy. Not me.”
“Well, no guy will come near me if he knows that I let my best friend come out of the house wearing that.” He presses the suit against my chest. “Hurry up before someone sees you.”
“Fine.” I return to the restroom and change. Then I stare at my reflection in the mirror.
The glittering red top makes my C-cups look like Double Ds from every angle. The matching bottom features cut-out holes on both sides, with silver strings that barely keep the crotch area in place.
The word “Bootylicious” is embroidered across my ass cheeks.
He can’t be serious about me wearing this…
I brush my hair into a side ponytail and hope that Kevin will take one look at me and tell me to put on what I had before.
When I step out again, he gives me the thumbs up.
“Much, much better.” He hands me a bottled margarita. “Now, watch me walk over to that taco bar and tell me if my looks are off today.
“They never are, Kevin.”
“Watch me.” He walks away, and I laugh.
For whatever reason, he has no idea how fucking hot he is, how it saddens all the girls at school to know that he’ll never have any interest in them.
His golden blond hair gleams in the sunlight, and his well-toned stomach muscles lead down to a perfect “V” in his navy blue shorts.
His stride is pure confidence, and as he deviates from the route and stops at an umbrella stand, something cold drips onto my shoulder.
What the…
I look to my left and see abs.
Perfect rock-hard abs.
Then, a smile and eyes behind oversized shades.
“You’re not twenty-one last time I checked,” the deep voice says.
“I wasn’t aware I needed to be just to come to the beach.”
“I’ve watched you drink two of those glass margaritas so far.”
“I only brought enough for me and my friend, sorry.”
