The hugs ended, each one lasting a touch longer than needed. Rachel didn’t cross her arms or try to hide. She stood there in her wet tank top , relaxed. Her shoulders were back, and chest out, almost like she was proud of the chaos. The damp fabric stuck to her shape, showing every bit of her chest, with her nipples poking out from the cold water.

Kyle and Andrew tried to look at her face while we talked about the drive and the great weather ahead. Mike, however, didn’t even bother. His eyes never left her chest, which was starting to get on my nerves. This was supposed to...