Sean

I walk into our master bathroom, looking for Tessa. We were lying out on the beach earlier, and I’d had enough of looking at her in that tiny bikini. I needed to get it off her and bury my face between her legs.

As I walk in, I see she’s bent over, looking for some more sunscreen under the sink.

“I found it, Sean,” she says, still bent over, not turning around to look at me.

“I found it, too.” I don’t take ...