Olivia

We floated there for a while, my chest pressed against his back, his hands warm on my thighs. The water supported most of my weight, making me feel weightless.

"This is nice," I murmured against his shoulder.

"Yeah." His thumb traced circles on my thigh. "Could stay here all day."

Eventually, he turned, adjusting me so I faced him, my legs still wrapped around his waist. His hands slid up my sides, stopping just below my breasts.

"Your bikini's ...