I clambered selfconsciously to my feet and slipped inside to retrieve the bottle from the fridge. Anna sat up and tucked her legs in; I tried not to stare at her breasts as I refilled her glass, but it was an uphill struggle, and I knew that she knew. Then I topped myself up, and sat down cross-legged on my towel. I stared out to sea, blushing furiously.
"Joey?"
"Yes?"
"You can look if you want to, you know. There's no need to torture yourself over it. I won't bite."
"Sorry, it's just... damn, Anna, your breasts are spectacular." I shook my head, helplessly frustrated. "They're really distracting. And I'm really struggling not to stare at them. Sorry."
She laughed deep in her throat. "I'm glad someone appreciates them."
"I can't believe you're single with a rack like that," I muttere
