Alexis

The water is warmer than I expected, heated by the summer sun. It feels almost like a lover's caress. When I break the surface, I look back to where he's still standing on the deck. He's watching me as he takes his clothes off and throws them down in a pile next to mine. 

“Hurry up, old man,” I tease, treading water. 

“I'll show you an old man,” he threatens. 

He's not even old, but I like to make him want to prove himself to me. ...