She wears a baby pink bikini that I can’t stop staring at. I’ve never been a fan of pink before, but it might now be my favorite color. The two little pink ties at her waist. The tiny triangles that hide parts of her I’m suddenly desperate to see. The color her cheeks turn from the little comments I make. I squeeze my eyes shut as she walks in front of me, deep in conversation with Camille about something. I need to look away from her. I need to not be attracted to her.
