She held out my glass to me as I neared her, and I paused, then accepted it with a grin. "Oh, if you insist," I said. I took a sip.
"I don't like starting alone," she confessed with a smile. "Now I feel more comfortable. I really like that bikini. It suits you perfectly."
"Mm," I said, "it was a lucky find. It's a good blue for me, though I usually go several shades darker. It masks better," I added, with a wince. "Draws less... attention, if you know what I mean."
"Ugh," she agreed. "Men are impossible. Well, anyway, you look divine in it. Go shower so we can drink and eat and be mischievous."
And she smiled, eyes twinkling at me as she took another sip of wine.
I put my wineglass down and sauntered through to the bathroom, leaving the door open so that I could still talk to her. I t
