I know a way to end this beautifuly ( R18)

Zaya and I climbed out of the pool, dripping wet and thoroughly exhausted from our impromptu water battle.

I wrung out my hair, glancing over at her. She still managed to look effortlessly stunning even while drenched, her wet clothes clinging to her frame in a way that had my cheeks heating up.

"We can't exactly sit down for dinner like this," I said, gesturing to the puddles forming at our feet.

"No," Zaya replied with a smirk, running a hand through her soaked hair. "Unless you want Grandma to scold us for ruining her floors."

"Definitely not."

We headed back inside, careful not to drip too much water as we made our way to the guest bathroom. Zaya handed me a towel from a nearby shelf before grabbing one for herself.

"You go ahead and change," she said. "I'll grab you something dry from my closet."