She beams at me. “I know.”
Our eyes connect across the small space, and it’s like looking into my soul. The air shifts in intensity as we stare at one another, neither of us saying anything, because we’ve never needed words to communicate.
Selena reaches out, caressing my cheek. “Thanks for being here for me, K.”
“Always.” I take her hand and gently turn it over, pressing a soft kiss to her wrist. A radiant smile lights up her face, and it’s the little moments like this I’ve missed the most. Her cheeks flush, and she continues smiling as she removes her hand, tucking it underneath her legs.
“So, where to now?” I ask, turning the key and powering up the engine.
“Would you mind if we skipped yoga and went swimming instead?” she asks.
“A swim sounds good, but we’ll have to pick up some gear.”
“I use a private pool near Cambridge College, and I have a locker with towels, caps, and goggles. You can pick up a pair of swim trunks in the onsite store.”
“Perfect. Let’s go.”
We arrive forty minutes later, separating to go into the male and female locker rooms after I purchase a pair of red swim trunks from the store.
I sit on the edge of a lounger, waiting for Sel, watching the five other patrons swim lengths up and down the pool.
This is an older facility, and while it’s clean and well-maintained, it looks like something from the nineteen fifties. I can see why it suits Selena though. It’s quiet, and the other members are older and stick to themselves. It gives her privacy in a less crowded space.
The door swings open and Selena appears in my line of sight. She’s wearing a plain black swimsuit that reveals every angle of her lithe body. The curve of her small tits. The dip of her shapely waist. Those long, long legs that seem to go on for miles. Her hair is tucked up in a swim cap, and she has goggles resting on top of her head.
She walks toward me, carrying a towel, a cap, and a set of goggles, and our surroundings disappear as my gaze treks up every inch of her body. The scars on her upper thighs are only noticeable if you know to look for them, but I’m amazed at how confidently she is striding toward me, because she always shied away from displaying those marked parts of her body. She never liked me touching her in those places, and I always respected her wishes.
But something has definitely shifted.
And I’m so fucking proud of her for facing up to her fears.
For fighting so hard to overcome the trauma of her past.
If I didn’t love her to the moon and back already, I surely would now.
Her full mouth broadens into a shy smile, but she keeps her gaze locked on me the entire time as she approaches.
“Hey.” She perches on the edge of the lounger beside me, handing me the supplies.
“Hey yourself.” I take the items from her, placing the towel behind me and wasting no time putting the cap on. I place my goggles around my neck, never taking my eyes off her. I swivel my legs, and our bare knees touch, sending delicious tremors ricocheting all over my body. “You look beautiful.” I drink in her gorgeous eyes, noting the green and gold hues are more prominent today. She stares deep into my eyes, and a faint blush stains her pale cheeks.
“Thank you.”
I reach forward, taking her elegant hands in mine. “I’m glad you came to me yesterday.”
“Me too.” Emotion swims in her eyes. “You could have turned me away, but you didn’t. I appreciate that so much. I appreciateyouso much.”
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips in an anxious tell, and my eyes latch onto her luscious mouth. We are leaning toward one another, our bodies straining for closeness, and I want nothing more than to bridge the gap and end this distance, claiming her lips and reminding her that she’s mine.
But I can’t be the one to do it.
She needs to be in control.
Not because it helps keep her anxiety at bay, but because I need to know she wants this too.
Her eyes drop to my lips, and electricity crackles in the space between us. All the tiny hairs on my arms stand to attention, along with the snake in my shorts. My gaze wanders over her face, down lower, lingering a moment on the tight peaks of her tits evident through the material of her swimsuit. She sucks in a gasp, and I lift my eyes, watching her ogling the semi in my shorts with a look I’ve rarely seen on her before.
Selena looks aroused. And I’ve seenthatplenty of times on her face. But this time it’s not accompanied by sheer panic and fear. Her gaze rises to my face, and her eyes are darker, drenched in lust, and it turns the semi in my shorts to a solid block of muscle.
