After that, Simon swam naked every night. By the third skinnydipping
session, I secretly peeled off my bikini top while I was in
the water. It was safe. Simon was splashing somewhere ahead of
me. He couldn’t see. It was an amazing feeling. I felt free. Or at least half of me did.
And right then that seemed to "t with the person I felt I was on
Long Island: half-cautious, half-spontaneous, surprising myself
with my random behavior, my sudden moves away from who I
thought I was.

“So how was it, your half skinny dip?” Simon asked as I was
drying off.
“You were watching me?” I blushed, horrified.
“Just a hunch,” he replied. “Feels good though, right?”
I hit him with the towel.

Autore: Amanda Howells