"Okay, I'll be back," I said, slipping out the door quick, closing it behind me.
Tiffany's sigh followed me—already rummaging for the next bikini.
Brittany stood in the hall, arms crossed, pretending innocence—but her eyes were hungry, thighs pressed together.
"Your turn?" I asked low, grinning.
She nodded fast, grabbing my hand, pulling me toward her room—door clicking shut behind us.
"Why did you disturb me and your mom?" I asked, voice rough, stepping close enough to tower over her.
"She was taking too long," she said, pouting a little, but I knew what she really meant—jealous, possessive, wanting me all to herself.
"Okay," I said, smirking. "Let's choose for you."
She opened her drawer quick, rummaging through a pile of swimsuits, pulling out a one-piece first—modest, cute.
I laughed. "You should wear this one. It's the most… less skin-revealing."
She pouted harder, tossing it aside. "No. I want the tiniest one possible."
