Ingunn, petite and blonde with a sunhat perched on her head, beams as she skips ahead, her laughter bright against the backdrop of rolling surf. Isak, tall and broad-shouldered, strides beside her, a mischievous grin already forming. I trail behind, feeling the warmth of the sand between my toes and a flutter of anticipation—or is it unease?—in my chest.
Ingunn stretches out on her towel, arching her back as she adjusts her bikini straps. Isak can’t help but stare, his gaze lingering a moment too long. "Isak, be a gentleman," she teases, tossing him a playful wink, but her tone is light, flirtatious. I try to focus on unpacking snacks, but every glance between them feels sharper than the sunburn already forming on my shoulders.
"You sure you can handle the sun, man? You’re looking a little pale," Isak jibes, his eyes never quite leaving Ingunn. "Maybe he needs some sunscreen. Or maybe he just needs to relax," she adds, her voice low and teasing. They share a laugh at my expense, and I feel heat rising in my cheeks, more from humiliation than the afternoon rays.
Ingunn asks me if I can rub her in with sun lotion, but I refuse. She asks Isak instead. He says really hurtful things to me while he rubs her body, like "Hahah you looser, I can't believe you let me touch your GF like this".
Ingunn asks me if she can remove her top. I tell her no. Isak starts yelling at me, saying he will throw me in the water if I refuse. I tell her okay sure, take it off whatever. She does, and Isak sees her breasts.
