Looking closely at it, I realized that one of the reasons it seemed so bad was because the parts of her that her bikini had covered were so pale in contrast to the ones that hadn’t. Layla was naturally very fair skinned, which altered my grading using her scale.
“It’s definitely not a ten,” I finally decided. “But I’d say it’s around a six.”
She threw an arm over her eyes and swore. “Just great. Anyone who says tan lines are sexy is talking out their ass. I really do look like I’m still wearing a bikini when I’m naked. How is that sexy?”
I happened to like it, which I made sure she knew by paying as much attention to them as possible.
It wasn’t until much, much later, that she found out something I’d noticed when she went looking for the panties she’d been wearing earlier that day. I didn’t remember taking them off, and neither did she, but she sure as shit wasn’t wearing them, so one of us must have removed them.
There was another flash of lightning when she bent over to pick them up, and with how she was standing, it lit up one side of her—front and back—meaning I finally noticed the difference in colors between the sides. Yesterday, we’d played in the sea and gone snorkeling, but when we’d come in, we’d laid in the sun or sat side by side talking as we watched the ocean do its thing.
That meant her front had gotten more exposure to the sun and was a few shades darker than her back. To make matters worse, if I’d seen it correctly, the back of her legs were even lighter.
“I’m going to start the shower,” she said as she walked toward the bathroom. “I’ll meet you in there.”
I’d just gotten out of bed when I heard her scream.
“Oh, come the hell on!”
Moving to lean against the side of the door frame, I started laughing when I saw her looking at her reflection in the mirror.
“It looks like it's getting worse. I didn’t even know I was this white,” she moaned as she turned to look at her back. “Wait, is the back lighter than the front?”
“It is.”
“For fuck’s sake, man, why?” It was a rhetorical question, so I didn’t bother to answer it. “Is it that noticeable?”
I shrugged a shoulder and moved past her to turn the shower on, since she’d gotten sidetracked. “I’m sure your legs will even up by the time we go home, so I wouldn’t worry about it. You’re not the first person to have gotten an uneven sunburn.”
“My legs?” she squeaked, then there was a gasp. “Did the back even get any sun at all?”
Oops.