Chapter Sixty Eight

It was a picture of Ethan and the girl at a lounge. The photographer must have followed them to a private area. She wore a bikini that was barely even there, had a nose ring and dark eyeliner lined her eyes. I scoffed in disbelief and placed my hands in my head. She was barely even developed yet. Ethan had his hands all over her as she straddled him on the lounge chair.

I went back to the first picture that showed her face clearly. She had an oval face, almond-shaped eyes and a slightly wide mouth. But no matter which way I looked at the pictures, she was still just a