Emma…
Chlorine fills my lungs as I pace the locker room. What were you thinking …? Okay, so Chance wouldn’t take no for an answer… Now he is swimming… And you’re wearing this…
“Grrr,” I say echoing off the cold tiles.
I look back down at the visible marks on my upper arms—fingerprints. And then to the black plum color bruise on my upper thigh the size of Rick’s fist. How can I hide all this from Chance? I think as I study my revealing bikini. Stupid bikini…
Taking a deep breath, I crack the door. “Chance… Close your eyes.”
A ripple of water answers me back. I peek around the door and see Chance already swimming laps. Great maybe I can do this… Just run for it…
I look back to Chance and my body heats when my eyes lock on to his long tone arms as he reaches over his head performing
