Golden skin glistened under the sun, begging the rays to kiss it and luring me to do the same.
Internally, I scolded myself for not being more astute. The last thing I wanted was for anyone else’s eye to be drawn to what I’d made mine.
“I wish,” I replied honestly. “She’s too caught up in work most of the time.”
“Can’t deny it, she looks damn good in my colour.”
I bristled at the comment. So far, I hadn’t seen her wear all black, and I felt a prick of annoyance as she basked in the sun in an orange bikini.
It meant nothing. She wasn’t a Goddess, so none of the traditions applied to her. Ig was merely trying to get me back after I’d landed him on his ass the other night.
I bit back on the comment that Scott actually looked better in nothing. It was bad enough that Erik knew. I wasn’t about to air it and risk Hunter pulling me up on conduct and behaviour.
“No one looks good in your colour,” I retorted.
Ig snorted. “They wear black at funerals.”
“At least it stands for something. Orange? Why does anyone wear orange?”
“Fuck you, Gray.”
Letting out a hearty laugh, I watched Ig sulk towards Elva. I went to follow him, but after one more glance at Scott and I instantly changed my course.
“Enjoying the sun?” I asked when I reached her.
Placing myself on the lounger beside Scott, parasol shielding me from the brightness, I let my eyes roam over her figure. The skin at her thighs and hips was decorated with white stretch marks where she’d grown to accommodate the curves that attracted attention.
She turned her head towards me, eyes hidden behind large, dark sunglasses. “Mmm. It feels good,” she replied lazily.
“I know what else could make you feel good,” I said, leaning towards her.
“Grayson,” she warned me.
“What?”
“It’s not happening.”
“So, you know what I’m talking about then?”
She sat up slowly and turned to look at me.
“You know, you should really get some shade,” I advised her, patting the space next to me.
She shook her head. “I’m good.”
Moving off the lounger, I took a seat beside her. Scott pushed her glasses up onto her head now that my body cast shadows over her. I took the chance to check her out again, causing her to raise an eyebrow.
“Don’t look at me like that, Scott. I caught you looking earlier.”
“There’s nothing against looking,” she told me indignantly.
“In my eyes, there’s nothing against touching.”
“Gray.”
“Come on, Scott,” I coaxed gently. “I know you weren’t happy the other night.”
Her eyes grew wide, and her cheeks coloured. “I have no idea —”
