So, where did that leave the maniac?
The thought of the perfect Thomas Shannon being with the maniac made Amelia Shaw's chest tighten.
Amelia bit her lips in frustration and dived into the water. When Thomas Shannon swam over, she suddenly hugged him.
Her legs wrapped around his slender waist, her body pressed against his.
Her black hair floated in the water, swaying with the current.
The thin, translucent skirt offered no concealment, her shapely curves fully revealed.
Thomas Shannon gripped her waist with one hand, lifting her out of the water. "Are you crazy?"
Water droplets clung to her eyelashes, making her look so very vulnerable. Amelia wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself closer to him. "Thomas... I love you."
"Get down."
"No, just let me hold you like this for a moment. I've waited for this moment for too, too long."
"Get down first, then we'll talk."
