Chapter Eleven
When she’d washed her filthy arms and legs in the sink, Alexxia opened her travel case. She’d brought nothing but beach wear, so a flirty little sundress would have to do. She put on the yellow one, but worried the bright sunny colour might hurt Conrad’s eyes. So maybe the blue one instead? He seemed to appreciate the ocean, and this turquoise shade was roughly that colour.
When she stepped out of the wash station, Conrad’s jaw dropped. “Wow. You clean up nice.”
“You dirty up nicer,” she said with a smirk.
He gazed down at his smoke-stained skin. Even his naked n*****s had leeched grey from the air. “I would change too, if I had anything to wear.”
“You can borrow one of my bikinis if you want.” Wink.
Smirk.
Shrug.
Laugh.
Oh, this was going well. Light, fli
