"Are you still down for it?"

"Oh, you haven't forgotten?" I hide my excitement, and he shows me the opposite of what I expected. "Of course I haven't."

"Well, what should I wear?" I stand up, not waiting a second. "What you want. I don't know. If you feel more comfortable in shorts and a t-shirt, wear that, or just in a swimsuit. Wear whatever you want."

"Okay," I nod and walk up to my bedroom. "I'm waiting for you in the pool," he softly touches the back of my head, and I let him know I heard this, before getting inside my room.

5 minutes later...

I step outside after quickly picking a pair of tight shorts so that no water can go inside, and a t-shirt, and I make sure to close the sliding doors behind me, as well as the blinds. I make my way towards him but already feel nervous at the sight of his wet hair, his toned body. I hope he won't be disgusted if he has to touch me.

The lights inside of the pool make it beautiful in the darkness of the night though, this is pleasant to the eye.

"You're here," he smiles at me, and I nibble on my inner lip but get closer to the edge. He swims towards me once I sit down to put my calves in the warm water. "Tell me if you're scared," he does it kindly, just the way I expected him to. "You can come in my arms," he stretches them out to me, so I let myself plunge into the water and put my arms around his neck.

I avoid wrapping my legs around him, no matter how scared I am, but he cups my waist with both of his tough hands and keeps me tight close to his body. "Are you okay like this?"

"Yes, just don't let go, please," I cannot even look into his eyes from this near, feeling his breathing on my cheek. "I won't let go, I promise. You stay calm, and everything will be all right," he swims back to the middle of the pool, my heart beating fast and exposing my fright. I do not even realize what I'm doing but grip his shoulder, afraid to feel myself go deep in the water and drown.

"We're going to start by the hardest step," he slides his hands to my back, but I cannot help it, I hurry to encircle his waist with my legs, and I almost crush him without wanting to, but he smiles and holds me close. At least he does not seem ill at ease. "Hey, don't be scared, you're safe with me."

"I know, I just need...I need to keep a grip on you...I'm sorry," I awkwardly apologize for being so dumb. "It's fine, don't say sorry. I knew you would need that, I'll go slowly. One step at a time," he reassures me, not even bothered. I trust him and stay as calm as possible. "Here, let's tread water first."

I let him lead me and follow his movement. "Can you put your legs down and try to move them?" he asks me to do, but out of fear to panic and make a fool of myself, I tell him I cannot. "I'm...I'd rather not..."

"Well..." he softly laughs in my ear and I turn my head towards his but feel my cheek grazes his lips and tip of his nose. "Do you want to just...stay in my arms and swim with me?"

I look up into his eyes but agree, not wanting this to already end when we haven't done anything yet. "Good, let's just relax and enjoy it. Maybe the more you'll be in the water, and the more you'll feel good enough to let go," he speaks in a gentle and soothing voice, and my eyes drop their attention to his lips. "I hope..."

"I know you will. My son was a scaredy-cat at the beginning, don't worry," he smiles, the shape his lips took pasting the same on my face effortlessly. I glance down at his chain that I have never seen before, but then give all my interest to his tattoos that cover a big part of his skin. His chest, his neck, his arms, and hands. This is very attractive, and I wish I could not be affected by the sight of it when he is touching me so much more intimately than before.

I must be going crazy because I'm tired. I need to collect myself.

"Hm?" the noise coming from his throat makes me look up at him, and I feel a hard heartbeat in my chest. "Hm?" I repeat this, not knowing what to do. He stares into my eyes with his big, penetrating ones, and I literally drown in his soul. My fingers squeeze his shoulder without me even knowing or wanting to, but I notice that his pupils dilated.

"What is wrong?" he asks to not remain silent, and I shrug. "Nothing...I'm just..." I find a reason for my behavior and bend my head forth to look in the water that is even more blue with the lights. "Are you touching the bottom right now?" I glance up, and he nods to me. "I am."

"Oh..." I swallow, and cowardly gaze at his lips again. "I'm not...unfortunately."

"But you have me, I'm your rubber ring, your life preserver, call it what you want," he does not even show any signs of shyness by the closeness of our bodies, not a single bit of bother as if he was liking this as much as I am. I smile like an idiot and avoid his eyes that give me butterflies for the first time with the look into them.

"Didn't you say that you would be strict?" I gain some boldness from out of nowhere to make him chuckle the way I like him to, and I succeed. "Do you want me to be? I can."

"Would you dare to be with me?" I regret asking my question this way, and he licks his rosy lips right before my eyes. "Ah. Depends on how you act with me. I could."

"But that means you will be mad at me or disappointed, so I think I don't want this to happen," I speak more than I should as the situation is perfect for some deeper conversations. "Not necessarily. I know I could be strict but only playfully with you."

I must hide the satisfaction he makes me feel, but this is difficult.

"Does your hand still hurt?" he glides one hand up my back and reaches it out, so I let it slide onto his bigger palm but give an answer I wish could be the opposite of the truth. "Yes...a little."

"I will buy some cream that relieves the pain tomorrow. I didn't have any left in here," his voice sends several messages full of softness and pleasure to my head and nerves, and I listen to him. Just hearing him talk can help me to feel better.

"Do you want to dive in the water with me?" he keeps his hold around me tight, and I look into his eyes. "As long as you do not let go."

"I won't, just pinch your nose. This will be better if your hair is wet," he licks his lips. I cling onto him and pinch my nose to be ready. He brings one of his strong arms down to my hips, and he squeezes my body against his, before diving into the water but making me fear it a little. I keep my calm since I'm in his arms, but once he goes more profoundly, I open my eyes uncontrollably, but he turns around and swims with me, getting me to know how this feels like for the first time. I keep my eyes closed, but he goes back to the surface. I gasp as soon as I can breathe, and we both pull our wet hair back.

"Are you okay?" he grips my hip, not removing his arm from around my waist as I'm still breathing hard. "Yeah," I peek down at his glossy lips, and he smiles at me. He lifts one hand up to my face, and his thumb rubs the area under my right eye. "I think your mascara is not waterproof."

"Oh," I rub them both to get rid of this, but he chuckles in a sexy way near my ear. "It's okay. That's cute," he finds a way to still make me believe I don't look like trash in this situation, and I grin, shyly. I need to talk about something else, I cannot handle the compliments, I always feel like they are just given or said in order to not hurt my feelings. I clear my throat but take a discreet look at him with his wet hair combed back, some strands hanging in the front to make him terribly attractive. I glance away once he catches me, and I act innocent.

"How did you feel today...? Right now?" I ask out of the blue, the thought of it weighing on me. Since the night when he told me that he feels like a mess, I cannot help but need to know how he is feeling inside, hoping for him to tell me he isn't sad or in pain.

He puts his arm back around me but sets his eyes on my lips. "It was stressful at the beginning, but then it turned good," and he glances away. "I enjoyed my day with you, I'm not going to lie, and I feel really good right now too."

Why does he keep on multiplying the butterflies in my stomach?

I go out of my mind and press my lips on his cheek to see how he reacts. "Does it make you feel a little bit better than good?"

"What did you do?" he frowns at me. "I do not know what you're talking about. I did not feel anything."

I smile at how good he is at this, and I kiss his cheek one more time, then his jawline. "There. That's what I did."

"Ah yeah. I felt it a little," he still lies a little, but I let him get me, and I give him another one, but in a way sweeter and tender manner. "It does feel really better than good. It takes all the stress away."

"I'm glad to know it does. It's free, you can ask for them all the time if you want," I move against him, feeling my body go lower the more we're staying in this position. His teeth never stop being shown, but he looks in another direction, and he swims towards the waterfall, closer to the edge where some big rocks are.

"It's going to sound very cheesy, but I swear, I'm happy I found you. I mean it," he puts his back against a wall and presses my body against his, seeming in a mood that he has never been in before. "I really feel good with you, I don't know how to explain, and I don't want to sound weird, but yeah, I love how you make me feel, how you are with me and my sons, you make them both so happy. You're an amazing girl," his voice lowers, and his eyes never avert mine. "I'm happy you found me too because if you didn't, I wouldn't have met you, and my life would be kinda boring and bad..."

He does not add more to his small confessions, so I gaze down at his chest to not have to face his features, and I place my hands over his shoulders, trying to not put all my weight on him. The sound of the waterfall behind us disturbing my mind, I have a glimpse of it, but then look at the rocks, noticing that we're hidden here and that no one in the house could see us unless they get really close.

"Are they real?" I touch one of those grey rocks, and he lays his eyes on it. "Yes, and very heavy."

"I don't even doubt that," I cannot stop moving onto him, always feeling like I'm going backward or down because of the water. I pass one finger over my upper lip, but I lean forth, my breasts getting squeezed against his chest, I pick up a small, black rock that is pretty and hold it in one hand. "I'm going home with this, no one will know, right?"

"Do you know what it's worth?" he does not know how unaware I am, and I shake my head. "No. What is it worth?"

"Nothing," the reality hits, and he chuckles in a cute way. "Ah...I thought I could be rich with this."

"Nope. Not even," he ruins my plans and hopes, so I put it back where it was but do not get it out of my sight. "Well, it's still pretty, so I keep it. Can I?"

"Yes, if you don't care about its price," he states and allows me to have it. "I don't. The price doesn't matter."

"Hm, you're a good girl for saying that, a lot wouldn't think the same," what he just called me makes my body heat up in the blink of an eye, but I act like I did not love it. "I know," I smile but push my body forward to put my arms around his neck.

"Are you uncomfortable?" his hands slide down to my hips, and I assure him that I feel more than fine like this. "No. Not at all. I'm good right now."

He stares at me as if he did not want this answer or that he does not believe me, but once his hands give a squeeze, I arch my back and bite my inner lip. "Why are you moving so much then?"

"I just...feel like I'm always sliding down," I give the truthful answer. "I'm sorry if I'm annoying you."

"You're not," he does not stay still but moves into the water as well, changing of position but gripping my hips and heaving me higher, my hips making one with his. "Is it better like this?"

"Y—Yeah..." the effect it had causes a sort of knot in my lower abdomen, feeling like I know that he misunderstood what I was doing but is now making me want more. I better test whether I'm the one thinking wrong about this or not. "I just..." I force my hips a bit forth to provoke some frictions but pray for this to not end badly. "Like this..." I only dare to look down at his chest, and I put my hands on his muscular shoulders.

It cannot be happening, not with him, he is impossible to attract. He is way too handsome, and I do not believe he would do this type of thing with me. It cannot be what I want it to be.