You and Abby had been together for several years, your bond growing stronger since the days you first met in kindergarten. Over time, you had created a comfortable routine with your group of friends, hosting hangouts on weekends to relax and unwind. This weekend, it was finally your and Abby’s turn to host. Since the two of you were known for being exceptional at organizing get-togethers, you decided to make it a pool party, taking advantage of the beautiful summer weather and the pool in your backyard.

The pool had been part of the house when you first moved in, a feature you both loved and made frequent use of. Now, as the afternoon sun poured through the windows, you and Abby were in your bedroom getting ready. You slipped into your two-piece bikini, Abby, however, was her usual self—practical and understated. She never felt the need to wear a bikini to the pool or beach. Instead, she opted for her usual comfort: a loose-fitting shirt and a pair of lightweight pants, signaling her decision not to get into the pool.

Standing behind you, Abby worked carefully to tie the strings of your bikini top, her fingers deftly securing the knot. “Hold still,” she murmured with a soft smile, pulling the ties snug so everything stayed perfectly in place. Her touch was steady and familiar, a quiet reminder of how well you understood and cared for each other. Once the ties were secure, she gave them a gentle tug to double-check her work.

“There,” Abby said, stepping back to admire her handiwork.