Lilith grabs a bottle of sunscreen from a small shelf near the bar. There are folded white towels on it, along with flip-flops, spare shades, and goggles. This place is stocked like a damn hotel. “Here,” Lil says, scooting close to me again and squirting lotion on her hands. My breath catches as she reaches over and rubs her fingers across my hip, covering my ink with slow, sensuous circles of her fingertips.
Ummm...you shouldn't put sunscreen on a fresh tattoo. Or go swimming. At all.
