My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet
But less than thirty minutes later, there I was downstairs by the pool, headphones slung around my neck, three books stacked beside me.
The swimsuit I chose was the only one with enough fabric to look remotely human, and even then I’d paired it with a kimono to keep myself from feeling completely exposed.
Tyler was already there, phone tilted toward his face, laughing with Lena again. Always Lena.
I wrapped my kimono tighter, sank into the chair, and tried to bury myself in my book. At least books had never betrayed me
Grant has always been too close or too distant, like he’s playing some game I’ll never understand. And Tyler—Motherrrr, I thought maybe he wasn’t that bad after yesterday.