Violet held up a truly awful one-piece that had body-masking ruffles perfectly illustrating her point.“I like to be comfortable when I swim,” Camille defended weakly.“And I’d like for the gentleman you’ve got your eye on to not be capable of taking his own peepers off you,” Violet shot back. “Come on, they invited us to a giant beach house for a week of surf, sand, and severe intoxication. The least you can do is offer up a little eye candy.”Camille shuffled her feet and kept her eyes trained on the floor. “There will be plenty of girls for him to stare at. Half of our class is coming.”“Oh, don’t be like that,” Violet sighed, setting down her friend’s suit. It had taken her days of wheedling to convince Camille to do a wardrobe evaluation in her dorm before setting off on the trip. “You and I both know he’s not the type to go stupid over some barely-covered breasts. Honestly, he’s so non-aggressive that if not for his history with Sasha I’d be wondering if he played for the other team.”Camille snorted a laugh.
