POV: Jasmine
"Thinking about me?" His voice was low and teasing, right beside my ear. His breath, so warm against the cool evening air, sent a shiver down my spine.
Before I could respond, he turned me to face him.
His dark, wet hair slicked against his forehead, water clinging to his tanned skin like glistening jewels. Droplets ran in slow, lazy paths down the sharp angles of his jaw, his collarbones, and the ridges of his chest.
His eyes... Those eyes that kept holding me captive—deep green, hungry, and locked onto me like I was the only thing worth looking at.
A slow smile curved his lips.
"Jasmine..." He said my name like a prayer... Like it was sacred.
"Hey..." I wrapped my arms around his neck while he pulled me closer, holding my waist firmly as if to keep me from sinking into the depths of the pool. Or maybe into him.
"You're shivering," he murmured, his fingers tracing a slow, intentional path down my spine.
"I-I'm not... I'm not cold." I managed.
Liar.
