Lily Thompson
I stood at the edge of the changing room, slipping into the silky robe
Every inch of my skin shimmered slightly from the body oil I had applied. I took my time getting ready, not for the pool but for him.
I had brought the red bikini on purpose. The one with the plunging neckline and thin strings that tied at my hips like they were begging to be pulled. I knew exactly what I was doing. And if Ryan didn’t beg tonight, then I’d walk into traffic because I was seconds from begging him.
I adjusted the top one last time and gave myself a once-over in the mirror. My hair was pinned up messily, lips slicked with tinted balm, and my n*****s already hardened under the cool air in the room.
My hands shook, but I told myself it was from excitement. Not nerves.
“Are you seriously
