Tiffany and I kept walking away from the group, scanning the beach for an ice cream shop or vendor. The sand was warm under our feet, and the crowd thinned as we moved farther down the shore, the noise of our friends fading behind us.
Once we were out of sight, Tiffany stepped closer, slipped her hand into mine, and laced our fingers together. She squeezed gently, her soft palm warm against mine as we walked side by side.
"I missed you, Alex," she said, pouting a little. "Last night, when I couldn't get a room with you on the train, I couldn't sleep properly."
"Yeah?" I teased, glancing down at her. "Why did you want to share a room with me?"
"You're so mean, Alex," Tiffany said, smiling wide as she bumped her hip playfully against mine. Her tiny white bikini strained against her massive cleavage with every step, her thick curves jiggling softly and drawing eyes from every direction.
