"Can I… touch you?" I whispered.
"Yeah," she nodded.
God, I was trying to be careful. Gentle.
But she made it so hard.
"You're so hot," I whispered against her ear, and her breath hitched.
I turned her gently by the waist, until she was facing me. Her eyes went dark, full of something that wasn't innocent anymore.
Then I leaned down and kissed her again.
But this time, it was more intense. It was deeper.
Her hands slid up my chest. I let mine fingers roam around her waist, her back, the curve of her hip in that dangerously tight swimsuit.
Still, I needed more.
"You want this?" I asked, resting my forehead on hers.
She nodded. "Yeah.."
I paused, scanning the locker room. No cameras in sight. At least, none I could see. That didn't mean they weren't watching. They always were. But in that moment, I didn't care.
Zaara looked up at me, parting her lips, waiting for me to make a move. And I did.
