GRETA:
"I am not used to wearing bikinis."
Klaus is standing before me. His back is leaned against the wooden frame close to the bed as he regards me with interest. His eyes travel down my almost naked body, taking me in and nodding in approval.
I am wearing a two piece swimsuit with a mesh gown barely covering my buttocks thrown over it. I don't understand why he likes it on me when I don't.
Prior to this day, I have always admired women with the confidence to pull things like these off. You know, the confidence of wearing a bikini and walking around like the world belongs to them. The carefree attitude that comes with knowing you have the best body out there.
That's not me. I don't have the aura to pull this off. I'd walk awkwardly in it and probably trip several times out of anx
