His body is completely ripped and lean. He slips off his pants.
“Don’t look at me like that, Sin,” He says and a rush of embarrassment turns my face crimson. I rush into the lake.
The water is clean as it splashes with my entry.
I see the fish as I go deep and take a dip not thinking of the predator who is about to join me in deep waters.
Killer enters as I turn to face him. He’s wearing a sleep shorts. I always took him as a Jockey’s man but then who really knows Kevin Stone. Sometimes I wonder if he even knew himself.
“Let’s swim to the other side, I wanna show you something,” He gestures, and takes a deep dive into the lake.
I follow him as he swims ahead of me; trying not to notice his wet hair and the fact that we are swimming in a lake. The two of us, alone.
Could it be possib
