The Least He Could Do

Despite being stuck in the foam, Vincent was enjoying himself right up until he saw Maya's shirt ride up. Her eyes lit up in the same way they had the other two times they did something fun together. Even though he was tired from bouncing around so much, he was still happy for some reason.

He hadn't been looking on purpose or anything. He simply wanted to see if she was alright after she sort of landed on him. He hadn't really felt it because he was stuck under the foam but she might have hit herself on something.

As she was twisting around trying to make it back to the edge of the pit, he noticed some puckered skin that was darker than the rest on her lower back. Before he could make out the shape, she tugged her shirt back down.