The silence between us wasn’t heavy — it was pulsing.
His arms were still wrapped around me. The water hugged our bodies too closely. His breath was just barely brushing my cheek when I whispered, “I need to pour water on your head.”
The words barely made it past my lips. I was flushed, half-laughing, trying to distract myself from the fire running through my veins. It was a stupid thing to say. Light. Silly. But I needed air — and not just the kind that filled my lungs.
He chuckled. A low, deep sound that vibrated against my chest and down to the core of me.
His grip on my waist didn’t loosen.
Instead, he said nothing.
Just dipped his head toward mine, his mouth brushing my ear as he whispered, “I’ve got a better idea.”
And before I could even blink, he dove.
With me still in his
