My Gangster Babysitter
Even Griffin - who had the energy of a man twice his age - was already snoring before the sunset.
‘Adult time,’ as Klaus called it, started. The girls move to the pool area, dressed down in their bikinis. All of them were beautiful on their own, Rylee, Cali, Ren, and Rain, but my eyes were glued to Benny.
She’s doing this on purpose. I’m one hundred and ten percent sure. Those white scraps, held together by barely there strings, were the same bikini she’d worn on our last day on the island.
She’s tempting me or punishing me; I’m not sure, but it’s fucking working.