Zayela swallowed hard, hips pressing right up against him beneath the surface.
No missing it, he was hard, hot, and, honestly, way bigger than she'd pictured.
That alone snagged her breath for a second, but she kept her face smooth, maybe even a little smug.
When she glanced up, Nash looked like he'd just run a marathon, already halfway defeated, all that resistance leaking out of him.
She couldn't help it; a tiny smile tugged at her lips.
"It's true," she murmured, voice low, "we're not kids anymore."
Nash groaned, dragging a hand down his face.
"Don't… don't start. This is your fault."
Instead of getting all shy and awkward, Zayela just leaned back, totally at ease. Maybe even enjoying this a little too much.
"Maybe you were right about that testosterone thing," she said, eyes darting down beneath the water. "You're definitely packing more than you used to."
That got his attention.
"Wait… when did you see my dick before?"
She just blinked at him, then smirked.
