I study Christian as I undo the clasp at my back, pulling my bikini top away and tossing it on the bed. God, I think, studying Christian as his back is turned, he got tall, and so broad.
I bend my knees, dipping down to undo the clasps of my shoes as I think that his size is not the only change. In so many ways Christian is a complete stranger to me. The way he talks to Frankie and Nico, for instance – he’s so icy. I mean, they’re all good-looking guys the same age, but it’s completely obvious who the boss is.
How does he manage that, such raw power? It’s so different from the charismatic, funny, easygoing guy I knew growing up.
I straighten up, stepping out of my shoes and quickly shimmying out of my g-string bottoms. Onto the bed they go as I grab for the shorts, stepping into them.
