Ariana’s POV
“I’m not wearing that,” I said, flatly, holding up the tiniest red bikini I’d ever seen in my life.
Lana snatched it back and tossed it into our shopping basket anyway. “You’re not not wearing it, either. That color would melt Roman’s brain.”
I froze. “What makes you think I’m. . .”
“Please.” She gave me a side-eye so sharp it could cut glass.
“You’ve been floating since Monday. I can practically smell the s*x on you. You haven’t even complained about school this week.”
I blushed so hard it hurt.
“Whatever,” I muttered, trailing behind her as she twirled down another rack of swimwear like it was a runway. “Let’s just find something decent.”
“Nope.” Lana grinned over her shoulder. “This isn’t about decent. This is about sin.”
We were in the biggest mall near campus, a
