We’re playfully splashing in the warm pool, forgetting everything around us. Laughter melts into the water, our bodies drift closer, and then it happens — that spark.
Love. Desire. Stronger than both of us.
His arms wrap around me under the water, my fingertips slide over his skin, and the world simply disappears. We kiss — slow, hungry, unable to get enough of each other.
The water surrounds us, but the heat between us is so much stronger.
We climb out of the pool still laughing, still drawn to each other like magnets. Every movement is an invitation. Every look — a spark.
And then we find ourselves in the bedroom.
Everything is quiet, except our hearts in the same rhythm.
Passion rises like a soft, irresistible wave.
We melt into each other, continuing what began in the water.
