*Harper*

I kissed him! And he was half-naked, standing there in his towel! I was trying not to be too obvious about looking down.

What was I even thinking!? Oliver had pulled me from the pool; he’d saved me. Was it just gratitude?

When I pulled back, I saw how shocked he was. I imagined that my own shock reflected his.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

I tried to stand up but Oliver tightened his grip on my arm. He pulled me again gently, and I ...