To say I was grateful Brianna went shopping was an understatement. The swimming shorts and shirt she bought fit. How she knew my size was beyond me. I knew no one told her because we all forgot in the moment of finding excuses not to accompany them. Still, she knew my size.
I pushed my feet in the flip-flops she bought and walked out into the bedroom. Brianna was zipping up the bag with the towels. Troy was sitting on the bed beside the packed bag.
For a moment, my lungs stopped working at the sight of what she was wearing. Her bikini brazier was visual and paired with jean shorts. The brazier was the same color as my lavender shorts. The material hugged her breast and pushed them halfway out the thing. They seemed like they were more to fall out than stay in the comfort of that top.
