"You know," he murmured, leaning in, voice dropping, "it's rare to find someone who can meet my stare and not flinch. Most people cave."
"I'm not most people," she retorted, a smirk tugging at her lips, her eyes daring him.
Manson's grin widened, approving. "Good. I like a challenge."
At the same time, Hazel strolled down to the pool, only to spot Fiona and Manson deep in conversation, the air around them practically buzzing.
A wide grin spread across her face. "Ah, my ship is finally setting sail," she thought happily.
Quietly, she tiptoed to the side, giving them plenty of space, then sneaked back to the room, barely making a sound, as if she were their invisible cheerleader.
The tension was almost unbearable now, thick and electric, as the pool reflected the moonlight like a thousand tiny sparks dancing across their skin. He extended his hand, teasing, letting his fingers hover just above hers in the water. "Care to join me for a closer look?"
"Mmm…"
