[ He almost says as much. Why not join me? (Or even I've heard I look best from this angle.) But she remains over-dressed, and he doesn't want to press her, lest she lose interest in being near him entirely. He sighs, making a show of being put-upon, squeezing her hand and guiding it back to rest on her knee. Not touching her there, mind, merely avoiding dropping her hand into the water. ]
Wouldn't dream of it. [ of leaving now, though he sounds amused by the implicated she'd like him to stay. ]
[ Dropping beneath the water, he enjoys a last refresher before planting his hands on the side of the pool and easily lifting himself up beside her ]
'Course you might still get wet. [ — from the water running rivulets down his skin, pooling beneath the damp fabric of his shorts and where his hands meet the ground, centimeters from her. Intentionally or unintentionally, following her orders has nearly pressed them side-by-side. He cants his head to give her a sideways glance, the curve of his mouth evident even from her intimate vantage point. ] Better for you?
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Wouldn't dream of it. [ of leaving now, though he sounds amused by the implicated she'd like him to stay. ]
[ Dropping beneath the water, he enjoys a last refresher before planting his hands on the side of the pool and easily lifting himself up beside her ]
'Course you might still get wet. [ — from the water running rivulets down his skin, pooling beneath the damp fabric of his shorts and where his hands meet the ground, centimeters from her. Intentionally or unintentionally, following her orders has nearly pressed them side-by-side. He cants his head to give her a sideways glance, the curve of his mouth evident even from her intimate vantage point. ] Better for you?