Stop it, Emma! What the hell?

“Now?” I blink, shaking the horrifying images out of my brain.

“Why not?” he smiles at me, watching me closely; I’m sure he’s waiting on the magical moment he’s expecting to see on this trip where I unwind and chill out. I regret not coming alone with him after all. And I am trying to relax. It’s hard to do when two of your vacation buddies keep mentally undressing your date so openly; well, companion, not date, because we are not ...