[F4A] When He Drools Over Her And I Nudge Him Closer.

We were all hanging out by the pool—Pooja laughing, flipping her hair, that tiny red bikini not hiding much. And you? You didn’t even try to hide it. That slow look down her body, the way your eyes stuck there before you realized and looked away.

I could’ve gotten mad. But really, where’s the fun in that?

Later that night, we were back in the room—quiet, the only light coming from your phone screen and the soft glow of the bedside lamp. I was on the bed, legs tucked under me, flipping through the photos we took earlier. You were across the room pretending to scroll, but I could feel your eyes on me every now and then.

I let a little smirk slip as I paused on one. Pooja, lounging by the pool, barely in frame but somehow still stealing it. Red bikini. Sunlight. That smile.

I tilted the screen toward you, just enough.

“She looked really good today, huh?” I said, voice light, like I wasn’t watching your reaction out of the corner of my eye.

You glanced up. Hesitated. “Yeah, I guess.”

I clicked my tongue, teasing. “You guess? That’s funny. Your eyes told a whole story earlier.”

I slid to the next pic “Oops,” I said softly, biting my bottom lip. “Didn’t mean to catch that one. But… kind of a perfect shot, don’t you think?”

Pooja was caught mid-move, not even posing. Her body twisted, stretching, Her bikini top had slipped—one strap off completely, the fabric barely covering her. Just enough to still count, but barely. The edge of her nipple teasing the line. One more second and it would've been a full reveal.

“So,” I murmured, thumb hovering over the photo, “should I send it to you… or are you gonna come here and see it the way you really want to?”

I shifted on the bed, making space beside me inviting, without saying a word.

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Although I’ve written this scene with Pooja as my friend, I’m equally excited about the idea of her being my cousin—maybe even yours.