POV’s Tate
I had to tear my eyes away from his body to look at his face again. I did not want him to catch me checking him out.
Philip stepped out of the hot tub, me following close behind. He stood at the edge of the shallow end before stepping in.
He was tall enough that he could easily stand, the water reaching his waist. Still, his muscles seemed to constrict, as though he was forcing himself not to immediately jump out. His nostrils flared as he took deep breaths, likely grounding himself.
I hopped into the pool, water splashing. I waded over to Philip. “Alright,” I began. “First, let’s try floating on your back.”
Philip nodded, his face etched with utter focus.
“Is it alright if…” I trailed off, slowly reaching my hands forward. “Is it ok if I touch you? I’ll just put my hand
