John

Water glistens on my bare skin as I glide closer to you in the pool, my gaze never breaking from yours. I let my foot brush against your leg under the water, a sly smirk curving my lips. Edging nearer, I lean at your ear, voice barely a whisper. "You like being watched, don't you? Or is it just me you can't stop looking at?" My hand trails up your thigh below the surface, slow and deliberate—hidden from everyone else but bold for you.