I found Easton, who was in his black swimming shorts, sitting at the edge of the pool. He was swinging his feet in the water, admiring it in awe like it was the first time he had ever done this. When he caught sight of me, he slipped without warning and fell harshly into the water, the cold temperature making him yelp in surprise. When he swam out, he stood in front of me, soaking wet, admiring me in my blue swimsuit.
His eyes traveled over every inch of my body, taking their sweet time, and I mirrored his actions, taking in his charming features. The water droplets dripping off the strands of his hair made his skin glisten, even under the dim lights of the natatorium. The paleness of his skin appeared even more striking in comparison to the black shorts hugging his body and the mass of
