You Were Mine (Rosemary Beach #9)(9)
Author: Abbi Glines

“Told you,” she said quietly.

My eyes snapped back up to her face as she looked at me with an unsure, nervous, forced smile. She started to lift her cover-up to put it back on, but I reached for her arm to stop her. “No,” I said. I wasn’t done looking. I might never be done looking.

“This is embarrassing,” she said in a whisper.

I swallowed hard. Fuck, I was gonna be getting off to this image for months. Too young, Tripp. Too young. She’s too young. “Turn around,” I said.

She shook her head. “No, I can’t. That’s worse.”

Holy hell, she was blind. “Right now, I’m having to remind myself that you’re too young. I’m eighteen, and that makes you illegal. But this view makes it hard to care. I don’t know who told you that you’re overweight, but sweetheart, you’re fucking perfect.”

Bethy’s breathing picked up, and her chest rose and fell. I really wanted to tug that top down and get my hands and eyes full of her tits. “Really?” she asked.

I nodded. “Will you please turn around now?” I asked, knowing this was going to fuck me up. If the view got any better, I was a goner. That sweet smile and beautiful face didn’t need to come with this package. It was too much.

She slowly turned, and her round, firm ass was barely covered up by the bottom she was wearing. The suit wasn’t meant for a girl with a body like this. I was so fucking thankful she had that cover-up on. If the guys at that party had gotten a look at her, they’d have swarmed like ravenous vultures.

“Fuck,” I muttered, unable not to comment.

She quickly spun back around, and her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. She was worried again. “I know it’s big,” she said, almost apologetically.

I had to draw a line with her in my head. Because I was about to make a huge mistake. I would be leaving soon, and I couldn’t touch her. Even if I wanted to, real damn bad. Bethy was too sweet. Too innocent. I wasn’t someone who should get to touch her. “No. It’s not too big. It’s sexy, Bethy. Your whole body is sexy as hell. You make guys think things and want things. You need to be aware of that. Wearing a swimsuit like that can push a guy over the edge. You’ve got a body guys fantasize over. I won’t be able to get it out of my head for a very long time. So this shit about you being overweight is insane. Don’t ever think you are less than gorgeous. And protect that. Now, put that cover-up back on. Please,” I said.

Bethy didn’t move right away, and I soaked in the last view I was going to get of her body. When she pulled the cover-up back over her head, I took a deep breath again. “Thank you,” she said finally.

“For what?” I asked.

“For making me feel beautiful.”

Bethy

One week working in the sun, and my tan was darker than it had ever been. I had been dreading wearing a swimsuit and sitting on a lifeguard stand where people could see me. But thanks to Tripp, this week hadn’t been the awful experience I thought it would be. I didn’t feel fat. I felt like I looked nice. The lifeguard suit covered up a lot more than the one Meredith had let me borrow for the party.

I rarely saw people my age at the pool, so it wasn’t that big a deal anyway. It was mostly young mothers and their kids. Some girls my age and older came to lie out, but most of them did that at the beach, not the pool. My biggest problem this week had been Chad. He was one of the lifeguards and had taken an interest in me. Which was proving to be annoying. I wasn’t interested back, but he wasn’t getting the hint.

I coated my face with some more sunblock and put my sunglasses back on before climbing down the ladder to switch spots with Fern, another lifeguard, who had been working the shallow end. Everyone wanted one of the stands with the umbrellas. Working the shallow end was exhausting, but I was ready to get wet and cool off, so I didn’t mind the switch.

“Hottie alert. Tripp Newark just walked in,” Fern whispered as she walked over to me, grinning.

I quickly searched for him and found him standing near the entrance, already stopped by one of the servers who catered to the pool area. I felt a twinge of jealousy as he bent his head and whispered in her ear. The server giggled, and he smirked before walking toward the pool. I watched as his eyes went to the lifeguard stand and scanned the crowd until they met mine.

The silly smile on my face was there before I could stop it. Tripp grinned, and he did a slow scan of me in the swimsuit before he met my eyes again. He nodded with an appreciative gleam in his eyes that made butterflies in my stomach take flight.

“Ohmygod, he’s looking at you,” Fern said in an awed tone.

“He’s a friend,” I explained before she embarrassed me. I didn’t want Tripp to think that he had to come speak to me or that I expected it.

I gave him one last smile before heading to the shallow end of the pool. He had a towel in his hand, but I wasn’t going to assume he was here to hang out at the pool. He might just have been passing through.

I also had to make sure no kid drowned on my watch. Lusting over Tripp wasn’t a good idea any way you looked at it.

I walked into the pool and cooled off before sitting down on the edge, where the lifeguard for the section was supposed to stay. I didn’t give in and look for Tripp. It took all my self-control, but I managed it for at least ten minutes.

When the lack of action in the pool became too much, I glanced casually over toward the lounge chairs lined up under umbrellas and found Tripp easily enough. He was talking to the server who had flirted with him when he got here. She was older. I would guess she was even a year or two older than Tripp. He seemed to enjoy her attention, and that was too painful to watch. I jerked my gaze off him and back to the kids in the pool.

“It’s your break,” Chad’s familiar voice said as he sat down beside me. “I’m here to rescue you.”

I glanced at him and forced a smile. I wasn’t sure I liked him much. He had made several comments about my body that embarrassed me. “Thanks,” I said, standing up.

“That’s a nice view,” he said as I turned my back to him. I cringed at the idea of him staring at my bottom.

I didn’t respond or react. It was best just to ignore Chad’s comments. I headed for the break room where I had left my lunch box this morning. I had been here for three hours, but I was starving.

When I walked around the corner into the staff-only section, I heard footsteps behind me. Glancing back, I saw Tripp and stopped short. What was he doing?