I stop by Milo's corner table. Walking to him is a no-brainer. Almost compulsive. I kiss his cheek from behind. "Need a secret?"

He grumbles, "Always."

I rub my breasts against his back and mumble. "I purchased my outfit this year thinking about you."

He holds me against him. "It's dangerous, baby."

"Yup?"

“Yeah.” He runs his hands up my arms, but then stops. I nearly push him, but figure the swimsuit will do the work.

Brushing my teeth, putting my hair in a sloppy bun, and putting on my swimwear takes a few minutes. It’s… It's scandalous. The high, thin back exposes most of my ass. The front triangle...