You passed out.

“Resist what?”

She frowns. “I'm touching you,”

“Really? I can't feel anything, with those hands of yours. They're so tiny.”

She chuckles. “Alright. I'd just—do something more intense.”

She brings her hands down to his short, and stoping at his grion.

He looses his grip and gets off the pool.

“What do you want?”

She grins. “Now you're talking.”

Her hands trail around there and he shuts his eyes.

“I want this,” she whispers sexily.

He opens his eyes and sends his head in, to her ears.

“Are you sure of what you're saying? You don't have the right to take it back.”

Her hand strolls up as she explores his skin.

“Oh God, how could he make you so beautiful. I can't have enough.”

He smirks and brings his gaze to her.

“Don't divert my inquiry, Myla. I know those tricks.”

She sighs. “I'm sorry. I was just teasing you.”

“There's no way you were just teasing.”

“You asked me, if I'm sure about it. Now, you have my answer.”