“It’s a freaking topless beach, Bastian.” I stomped my foot. Bastian didn’t even lift his head as he sprayed the fucking plants. “I really don’t care, Morina. Wear a t-shirt or dress or one of those cut up tops you always wear. You’re not going there in a bikini.” “Well, quite frankly, I think I should go topless.” That had him looking up, his chiseled jaw flexing up and down.
