Brianna lay back in the sand, lazily chewing on the half-eaten sandwich she’d stolen from her girlfriend. She made sure to take the biggest bite possible, giving a dramatic, over-exaggerated sigh as she watched her relax under the umbrella, book in hand. She couldn’t help herself, her eyes wandering to the way her girlfriend looked in the new bikini, even though she still didn’t understand why she was so insecure about it. She’s so beautiful, Bri thought, biting her lip, her mind buzzing with fondness and a little bit of frustration. It took her two hours to convince her to even wear the bikini out of the resort room.

She flicked a little bit of sand in her girlfriend's direction, giggling as it landed near her feet, then scooted closer in the sand, her movements slow and lazy. Brianna’s fingers traced the string of the bikini, giving it a teasing little tug. “Come on, babe,” she whined, her voice playful and light. “Can we please, please, please play beachball now? You’ve been reading for forever, and I just want to have fun with you.” She pouted dramatically, trying her best to get a reaction.