Page 103 of Finding Storm

And for some reason in my wisdom, I decided to put on a two-piece.

It’s black. Nothing fancy. But still, it only covers the girls, my coochie, and my butt.

The rest of my skin is going to be on show.

And I am not a girl who feels the need to cover up at the beach. I’m fairly confident about my body. Are there things I’d change? Of course. But I’m sure that’s the same for everyone.

I’m just not confident in front of him.

Because I like him.

And given the way I reacted just a few minutes ago when he said he wanted to see me in a bathing suit … I’m almost certain my whole body will be tomato-colored the moment I strip off down to it.

“I’ll grab those swimming trunks for you.”

It’s when I’ve gotten them out of the bag that I realize he’s going to have to put them on.

Meaning he’s going to have to strip naked to put them on.

Didn’t think that one through, did I?

And it’s not like I can leave the room. I’m literally just going to have to turn around while he changes behind me.

Like when we were in his room back at the B&B and he changed into Beck’s shirt.

Why is it always my brother’s clothes he’s changing into when he’s stripping off?

But this is good. Just focus on the fact that he’s going to be wearing Beck’s trunks. Which is gross because Beck.

“Here you go.” I hand the trunks to him. “Obviously, there’s not a lot of privacy on here, but it’s just us here, and I’ll just face this way”—I thumb over my shoulder—“while you get changed.”

He’s staring at me. His eyes move down my body to my bare legs. Then, back up to my face. A small smile curls his lips.

And my mouth goes dry.

“Okay.” He nods.

“Right. Okay. Cool. Sure. I’ll turn this way then.”

I turn away from him and have to stop my hand from smacking my face.

What the fuck was that?

“Right. Okay. Cool. Sure.”

Jesus Christ.

I unfasten the button on my shorts and lower the zipper, completely aware of the fact that Storm is getting naked behind me.

Naked as the day he was born.

All those rock-hard muscles, tattoos, and golden skin on show behind me.

Not to mention, his cock will be also out, on show.

Beck’s trunks. Beck’s trunks.

I’m chanting the words in my head, but it’s not working.