"How about some volleyball?" Simon asked, clearly trying to diffuse the situation. He stood, arms folded on top of the pool's edge. Even though he was addressing all of us, his gaze was trained on me.
I nodded.
"Lovely." Simon smiled. "Livi, you and Trent can play against me and Chloe." He held his hand out to me, and I approached.
Sitting on the edge and dipping my feet into the water - no surprise that it was the perfect level of warm - I allowed him to help me into the water. As soon as I was in, I expected Simon to release me. But he didn't. He kept his hands on my waist.
Behind me, I heard what could only be described as a growl. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on edge. Everything inside of me wanted to turn around, to look at Trent, but I fought against the urge.
A moment later, Trent was in the water. He slipped on a pair of sunglasses, which was odd, and turned away. But then again, he was a tad odd.