The photographer shouted excitedly from the sidelines, "Excellent! Hold that pose! Kate, your hand can move a bit higher. Lean your head back, close your eyes, and part your lips slightly."
Ivy longed to look up and see Kate's current expression; her heart itched with curiosity. Yet she could only maintain her posture, her view limited to Kate's collarbone and a glimpse of her neck.
Seized by a mischievous impulse, Ivy, after hearing the photographer's "OK," extended the tip of her tongue to lightly lick the skin on Kate's collarbone.
But she hadn't anticipated shooting herself in the foot. Kate seized Ivy's wrist, pressing her entire upper body against the rocky edge of the pool. Ivy's supple waist arched, her back not fully touching the stone, suspended in mid-air. One leg instinctively lifted, wrapping around Kate's leg—a subconscious reaction.
"What are you doing?" Ivy whispered softly.