Page 63 of Like You Want It

And much happier.

“Nope!”

“Oh here they are.” I look over and find her pulling a box down from a shelf in the closet. “Probably left up here to die since I haven’t fit into these for atleastfive years. One of them should fit you, though, absolutely.”

She plops the box down on the bed and starts rummaging through, pulling a gray one-piece out.

“One-piece?” she asks, holding it up then passing it over to me. “Or two-piece?”

I look at the bathing suit she’s holding in her hands. A little blue and white polka dotted number that would probably fit me pretty well.

“I say go with the two-piece,” she adds, wiggling her eyebrows up and down. “You’ve got a sweet little figure. Show it off a little bit.

I laugh, grab it and head to the bathroom to change.

I just hope this thing fits.