“Remember that one Easter?” I ask, sweeping the fold of her robe back to reveal her pebbled nipple. “It was right after you moved in. Dinner was fucking terrible. My dad was riding my ass about being nicer to your mom, and you—” Fuck, she was wearing this dress that killed me. It was a pale pink I could see right through when she stood in front of the dying sun. My balls were aching all day.
