THE GIRL NEXT DOOR ISN'T INNOCENT!
My hands gripped the edge, my muscles straining as I pushed upward.
But before I could lift myself, her hand shot out again, this time snaking around the back of my neck.
“Miranda…stop!” I yelped, water splashing around us.
She leaned close, her breath warm against my ear. And then, with a swift flick of her fingers, she loosened the strap of my swimsuit.
The fabric slid from my shoulders before I could react.
“No!” I cried, twisting in the water, but it was too late. The top slipped free, leaving me exposed. My breast was already visible and naked as panic surged through me like ice.
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