"Dylan?" Clara called his name.
He heard nothing but the sighing of the pool water.
"Your hands are on me," she said.
"That's me steadying you." He lied
"Oh…" Clara wondered.
They kept looking at each other, both of them treading slowly with their legs like their lives depended on it.
“You are moving, caressing, not steadying," she said. Right, he was actually running both hands slowly around her lower half. Good thing she wasn't screaming bloody r**e yet but why would she do that, this man is her husband, so she thought.
"That's the current, not me," Dylan said, and Clara scoffed.
"I have been privy to men's attention that I can tell when a man wants to touch."
"I am no man, Clara," he said.
She took it as a joke. "I know you don't lie, Dylan. It's no current, it's you righ
