My uncle’s twenty-one-year-old fiancee emerging from the sea in a tiny black bikini is temptation personified. But her telling me she fingered herself while watching me on the shore? A death sentence. Holy fuck. The way she just stood there. Dripping wet and next-to-naked. She was a contrast of extremes—a body like a damn porn star, soft brown eyes conveying innocence. Feigning innocence, actually.
