I watch appreciatively as she saunters over in a matching set of girly underwear, nothing at all like what a grown woman should have on, but Susanna makes everything she wears on her skin sinful. I'll never see a Barbie imprinted fabric the same way again.
"Barbie?" I ask, unable to keep the tinge of amusement from my voice.
She shrugs. "I might have seen it once as a kid, maybe even liked it, but I don't remember much from that time anymore." She starts to dip her toe into the water but she suddenly hisses, her eyes clashing with mine for a bewildered moment. "Are you trying to kill yourself?"
I frown. "No." I didn't think it was that cold.
Murmuring something under her breath, she fumbles with the faucet until the water warms, and I wonder if she knows her breasts look fascinating wh
