Lucia’s eyes land on her sister and her step instantly falters. I have no idea what expression Frankie is wearing, because she’s behind me and I don’t dare turn around. I’m gonna guess by the way Lucia’s innocent smile falls, Frankie’s expression screams ‘just been fucked… kinda.’
“What is going on?” Lucia asks and then her eyes scan the entire roof, and land on me. They flare. I can see the whites around the dark brown color from here.
I stare back and hope I look as casual and innocent as I think I do. Lucia’s eyes fly back to her sister and then back to me and then back to her sister. Yeah, okay, I look anything but innocent.
“What are you doing here?” Frankie demands.
“What are you doing here? Withhim?” Lucia counters.
“I… swimming. I always swim. You know that.” Frankie marches over to her towel and wraps it around herself like she’s bundling up for a winter storm.
Lucia cocks one eyebrow and glares at me. “Withhim?”
“Notwithhim,” Frankie argues. “But apparently, he swims too. The hotel only has one pool, Lucia. What can you do?”
Frankie tries to smooth her wet, tangled hair, gives up, and reaches for the wine bottle and glass. She’s leaving. She has to, I get it, so why does it bother me? Lucia walks closer to the edge of the pool where I am, so I press myself closer into the side, trying to hide my nudity without being obvious. But it’s obvious, and I’m about to give up and just pull myself up and out of the pool. Fuck it.
“Are you… unclothed?” Lucia asks, suddenly prim and proper like a nun or something. I can’t help but smile as Frankie grabs her sister by the arm and pulls her back toward the elevator before I can answer the question. “Is that a towel on the bottom of the pool?”
“Have a nice night ladies!”
“Was he naked? I swear I saw ass cheek!” Lucia is saying as Frankie yanks her into the elevator.
As the doors swoosh closed, Frankie’s eyes lock with mine and I wink like a cocky bastard. Because why the hell not? Then I quickly get out of the pool, grab my towel, and wait for the elevator to come back and take me to my room. Because my balls are bluer than the ocean and I need to get back to my room and jerk off to the memory of her coming on my face.
