“You missed nothing,” Ethan calls out, still paddling away. “Unless you count Sienna getting jealous and claiming Milo infront of everyone as missing something… then maybe you did. There was definitely tongue involved. I’m scarred for life.”
“There was no tongue!” I protest, cheeks flaming.
Milo leans in, his voice low, just for me. “There was a little tongue.”
“Milo!” I swat his shoulder.
Aria pushes her sunglasses up onto her head, her eyes sparkling. “Sienna, jealous? I never thought I’d see the day. I wish I were here to witness it.”
“Iwasn’tjealous.”
Milo grins. “You were totally jealous.”
I splash water directly onto his face. “I wasn’t!”
“Yeah…” he murmurs, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he wipes the water away. “Keep telling yourself that. Maybe one day you’ll believe it.”
I try to push him off dramatically, but his grip is strong. “I hate all of you.”
Milo smiles against my temple, pressing a quick kiss there. “No you don’t.”
“I really do.” I protest.
Before he can say anything else, I plant both hands on his shoulders, flash my sweetest, most innocent smile, and shove him back with all my strength.
Milo lets out a surprised shout as he topples into the water with a massive splash. I burst out laughing—but my victory lasts only two seconds.
He surfaces with a wicked grin, lunging at me like a shark. “Oh, it’s on now, baby.”
I squeal and try to swim away, but he’s too fast. He catches me around the waist, lifts me halfway out of the water, then dunks me under with him. We surface together, both laughing and sputtering.
“You cheated!” I gasp, pushing wet hair from my face.
“You started it,” he replies, pulling me flush against him. Water droplets cling to his lashes, and the grin on his face is pure trouble.
I loop my arms around his neck, still giggling. “And what… you’re finishing it?”
He hums as he slowly runs the pad of his thumb along my lower lip. I lean into his touch, eyes drifting to his mouth, my throat suddenly dry.
“Not yet,” he says, his voice dropping.
My head tilts as I look up at him. “Not yet? What does that mean?”
Suddenly, the air is knocked out of my lungs as he lifts me again and dunks me under the water with him. I come up sputtering and gasping, then immediately lunge for him. Milo’s already swimming away, laughing so hard that something warm tightens in my chest.
“Oh, it’s fucking on!” I scream, chasing him through the water. “It’sfuckingon!”
He glances back over his shoulder, his eyes sparkling with challenge. “You really think you can catch me, baby?”
I kick harder, closing the distance. “I don’tthink—Iknow!”
I manage to grab his ankle and pull. He lets out a surprised laugh as he goes under, but the second he surfaces, he’s already reaching for me. We end up in a playful tangle—splashing, wrestling, and laughing like idiots.
He catches me around the waist and pulls me against his chest. We’re both breathing hard, grinning like fools as water streams down our faces.
“You’re trouble,” he murmurs, brushing a wet curl off my cheek.
“Pot, meet kettle,” I shoot back, looping my arms around his neck again. “You dunked me twice.”
