Oliver Bloom slightly leaned back, focusing seriously on Elise Don's face, his voice already hoarse.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"Of course." Elise Don smiled like an angel, yet was doing something only a devil would do—she reached back with her hands, a pull, a tug, and she removed the only cover she had.
She held up her arm, brandishing that small piece of cloth with a triumphant expression like a general who had taken a head.
Under the moonlight, in the light blue water, round shapes floated, dazzlingly white.
Oliver Bloom's eyes were dark, his features sharp, remaining indifferent.
Elise Don lifted her jade arm and tossed the small piece of fabric into the water, letting it drift with the waves.
She laughed, deliberately moving forward, pressing up, as the mound rose and fell, squeezed against Oliver Bloom's chest, already changing shape.
"Is this a gift?" Oliver Bloom's gaze remained on Elise Don's face.
To say she wasn't nervous, wasn't shy, would be a lie.
