“Me?” I pouted. “You,” he confirmed, unironically at the same time that I pulled the flimsy tie at the back of my neck loose and let my whole top fall. Frankie’s first instinct was to shoot a protective glance at the beach behind us to shield me from prying eyes. Such a gentleman. When he knew we were alone his eyes fluttered closed and I glanced down to appreciate the effect I had on him in his tightening swim trunks.
