Page 83 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
I take off the white outfit and put on the bikini. It has a thong back. No way I’m wearing this and definitely not in front of Nicco.
“I’m not wearing this,” I call out.
She pokes her head inside the curtain, then comes in, holding a pink halter top.
“Oooo, it fits you so good. You boobies look amazing the way the top is cut.”
“Um, no. It’s a thong.”
“So? Turn around.”
I turn around.
“It looks cute.”
“My entire butt is hanging out.”
“You’ve always had such a nice body. I don’t know why you’re so shy about it.” She turns around, showing me the top she’s wearing. “What do you think of this? Too much?”
It’s black with two thin strings that halter at the neck. Across the bust, there are slits in the fabric, exposing at least three-quarters of her D-size breasts, barely covering her nipples.
“Nope. You can totally pull that off.”
“Okay, I’ll get it.” She tilts a shoulder up and puckers her lips, flashing her long lashes upward. Then she holds up the pink top. “What do you think about this one?”
“I like that. You don’t wear a lot of pink. I like how it’s flowy at the bottom.”
“I know, I don’t wear a lot of pink. With my hair, I always feel like it’s too much. I’m not sure.” Holding it up in front of herself in the mirror, she tilts her head from side to side. “Hmm, I’ll think about it.” She looks at me in the mirror. “I’m done.”
“Me too.”
We grab our clothes and put the unwanted pieces on the bar.
“You’re not getting it?” She grabs the white two-piece outfit off the bar.
“No. I’ll never wear it. It’d be a waste of money.”
She shoots me a scowling look of disappointment.
My phone chimes and I get it out of my purse.
Nicco:I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. Let me know when you’re boarding the plane.
“Nicco?” she asks, leaning in and peeking at my screen.
“Yeah.”
“Thought so by your smile. He’s looking forward to seeing you, huh?”
I playfully glare at her, shaking my head. “You’re as bad as my mom.”
We both chuckle and head to the register to check out.
“Ready to go home?” I ask.
“Yeah. Sushi?”
“Definitely.”
