My laughter echoes out of me as I go back to the surface, watching Fabio shake his dark hair. His clothes were wet and clinging to his body. He shoots me a furious look while a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. Holding the hem of his white shirt, he pulls it over his head and throws it away on the floor, revealing his firm chest and toned torso. He runs his fingers through his scalp. I cup water in my hand and splash it on him, catching him off guard. Laughing, I quickly swim away.
“Stop it,” he says, but I just splash him with more water. However, he goes under the water, and before I can swim away, he appears in front of me. His face a few inches away and his muscular shoulders cornering me. His eyes held mine playfully.
“You want to play some game?” he asks, his voice low an
