The fact that she strolled out in that barely there bikini for the second time without an ounce of her shyness from the first night? Win. The smile on her face? Win. The idiots splashing into the hot tub around us, making her laugh and smile? Fuck it. Win, too. I took a bite of a cookie and stretched back after she took the glass of wine. This was the kind of life we could all get used to. If I had my way, we would.
