Logan Wallace's POV
I emerge from the water and shake myself off, splashing the grumpy one in a sheer act of mischief to annoy her. She frowns as the droplets hit her sun-exposed body.
It's a shame we're surrounded by so many people and I can't climb on top of her to tease, touch, and f**k her in the sunlight, with the heat merging with our desire.
“You look like a spoiled dog,” she scolds, and I shrug.
“Just shaking off the water.” I shake my hair again, making her groan as she stands up.
“You're getting me wet. If I wanted to get wet.” I smile suggestively. “Forget it, you're such a pest.” I laugh heartily.
“And you're a little grumpy one. See, the nickname suits you perfectly,” she mocks me like a little girl.
“I'm going to ask for another swimming lesson.” I grab her arm, pullin
