A line around her ankles and thighs, hazy outlines on her arms and a distinct neck line.
On the first day of school after the summer holidays they always compared tan lines. It used to be a measure of holiday excitement.
The things that had changed as she’d grown up.
Sunscreen had become a constant companion as she struggled to maintain her whitish complexion. She stayed in the shade and always made sure she was completely covered. All to keep him interested in her.
She didn’t know how to feel about the ring of pale flesh circling her finger.