Eleanor's POV

I took them off and wrapped my arms and legs around his bare muscled torso. He grinned and rocked me against him.

"Eleanor, I'm sorry," he said suddenly.

"For what?" asked, leaning against his wet chest.

"For not standing up to my brothers when they went overboard with you back then," he mumbled.

I smiled. I kissed him.

"I would never let them have their way now! Ever! But it doesn't matter now because they're different. Everything is different," he whispered, his forehead against mine as he walked carrying me across the pool, the water lapping at us.

"I forgive you, Marco, you especially," I said softly, feeling...