Oliver groaned, standing up from the straight, her hair still a little damp and a little sweaty, small, fine strands clinging to the nape of her neck. Even though her blonde locks had been tied up when they’re having fun the soft, fluffy hair at the back of her neck could not escape the mark of sweat.

“Babe?” She called, glancing back. “Are you coming or what?”

He scurried in after her, his blonde hair a little lighter still after being bleached by the heat in the room, but it was just as much of a mess as his girlfriend’s hair was. Nate’s eyes didn’t leave Oliver body for a...