Six

She was in the pool again.

I saw her from the second-floor balcony, and for a long moment, I didn’t move. I just watched her.

She was wearing a black bikini, her skin glistening under the sun. I gawked at her slender body as she glided through the water.

Her head bobbed above the surface, and she was a vision. Every inch of her was perfect.

I hadn’t planned on coming down here. But here I was, walking toward the edge like I had no damn control over myself. Maybe I didn’t.

I didn’t the last time I was with her—I’d trapped her in an elevator and almost fucked...