Nat refuses sunscreen. She outright refuses!!

Being on vacation with your girlfriend is all fun and games until you pull the bottle from your bag. Then, Nat is eyeing it with suspicion, all the good mood ruined. “Don’t even start,” she’ll warn, wrinkling her nose and scooting two inches farther down the towel.

You squint at her from behind your sunglasses. “Nat, come on. You’re literally glowing. You’re a hazard to passing ships!”

“I don’t even burn!” Nat insists.

You glance at her bare shoulders. They’re pale. Very pale. Practically-glowing-under-the (very hot)-sun kind of pale, and untouched by any SPF.

“You do burn,” you say, chasing after her with a glob of lotion in your palm. “I have seen it happen, Natalie!”

Nat rolls her eyes, knowing it’s serious when you use her full name. “That was one time,” she calls over her shoulder, ducking behind the beach umbrella for cover.

It’s not a particularly large umbrella, not tilted her way either, so it’s easy for you to stand and walk around her makeshift coverage.

“Damn it,” Nat mutters when you pop up on the other side.

You lunge and she bolts.