“And why is your ass going to be on display for that?” he asks, a dangerous undertone to his voice that makes me shiver. “Because it’s a pool party. I’ll be wearing a bikini.” He places the bottle on the nightstand, lies down, and pulls me on top of him. I snuggle into him like he’s my personal body pillow. “I didn’t scar your ass, but we’re going to revisit you wearing a tiny bikini around a bunch of horny douchebags without me there.”
