So This is Love
Mary glanced over—and paused.
Norah’s skin glowed under the open light, smooth and sun-warmed, the water reflecting softly against her curves. The bikini clung to her like it had been designed with bad intentions, barely containing her chest, cutting clean along her waist and hips. She looked effortless. Unaware. Like someone who didn’t realize she was wrecking the entire atmosphere just by standing there.
Mary let out a low whistle.
“Wow,” she said slowly. “First of all—rude. Second of all, if that thing snaps, I’m not apologizing.”