All the time I change into the orange bikini, he remains quiet and steady until I place a hand on his back.
When he turns around, I ball my hands into fists by my side and wait to read his reaction. Without blinking, his eyes skim my body.
He gasped. His eyes were heavy-lidded. They dragged from my stomach to my lips and stopped there.
"What do..." I started.
"I shouldn't be in here."
What does that mean?
"You brought me here."
He brings a hand to his face and rubs his eyes.
"I know. I shouldn't..."
"You should." I exhaled nervously, feeling the twist of acid in my stomach at the fear that he might take back his intentions.
"I wanted to leave earlier. You stopped me." He said. My eyes widened at his guts.
"So you're blaming me?" I scoff. He quickly holds both sides of my arms an
