A Painful Touch

Posey

Willow sneaks through the door into my room dressed in a thin nightgown that barely brushes her knees. She grins at me like she has a secret stuck to the tip of her tongue, her eyes wide and bright with mischief.

I smile through the mirror, catching her reflection, and shake my head. “What are you doing up here? I thought you were going out again tonight.”

“I had about all the fun I needed for the day.” She jumps onto the bed, ignoring the books, and rests on her belly with a sigh. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror. “A little sunburned?”

“A bit.” I continue slathering a cooling gel on my chest and shoulders. Willow, who tans like a dream, cocks her head. I move the straps of my tank top out of the way, revealing the color my skin turns in the sun. Pink.

She clicks her tongue, sa