Ishould’ve closed my door. God, I knew I should have because purposefully leaving it open for someone to look inside and seeing me get undressed was wrong.
And that’s exactly what I did.
The late afternoon summer sun filtered through the sheer white curtains, casting a soft, hazy glow across my room. The air was cool, the AC working overtime to cool the house from the ninety degree heat outside.
At twenty-years-old, I still lived at home with my father. I’d come in from taking a cool dip in the backyard pool, but even still, my skin felt too tight, my suit suctioned and clinging in all the wrong—or right—places.
I stood with my back to the door, pulling off my string bikini top, the material damp and now cold as it slid over my bare skin.
I dropped the top to the floor, and for a seco
