River:
The steam curled lazily over the surface of the pool, blurring the edges of her frame but never enough to dull the effect she had on me.
Every little movement, every shift in her breathing, the way her fingers were fidgeting beneath the water... it was impossible for me not to notice. My senses were too sharp, my focus too precise when it came to her.
She was nervous. That much was obvious. The stiffness in her shoulders, the way her eyes kept darting between me and some safe point on the wall, the way her breaths came faster than they should for someone just standing waist-deep in warm water. She wanted to run. Hide. Retreat into the sanctuary of her room where she thought I couldn't reach her... or, at least, wouldn't try to reach her.
And yet, beneath that anxiety, there was something else. A current of anticipation.
Excitement.
