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I descended the steps.
The warm water climbed my thighs, then my waist, and by the time I reached the bottom step, it covered me almost to my breasts. Saadiq stood a couple of feet away, the water barely reaching his waist.
I scowled. “Damn.”
“What?”
“Look how deep this is on me!”
He glanced between us and laughed. “Little bitty ass.”
“I am five-six!” I said, voice haughty.
He grinned harder. “That’s cute.”
“I hate you.”
He opened his arms. “Don’t worry about it. If it helps, think about how deep I’ll be in you. Come hate me over here.”
He backed up. Against my better judgment, I went. The bottom sloped. Within several steps, I couldn’t touch comfortably anymore and had to swim. Saadiq smiled then closed the distance and caught me around my waist. I immediately wrapped my legs around him.
His smile turned smug. “A whole pool for exercise and you’d rather climb me?”
“Because you so damn tall.”
His hands settled beneath my thighs. “Nah. You just like being up here.”
Maybe I did. I wasn’t saying it, though. Like this, we were almost eye to eye instead of me having to look up whenever he stood close.
“Truth or dare?” he asked.
I made an annoyed sound. “We still playing?”
“Yep.”
“Fine. Truth.”
His expression became more serious. “Have you imagined us before?”
I knew what he meant. That damn blush came back. “Yes.”
“How often?” he pressed.
I shook my head. “Uh-uh, You get one question.”
“Apple.”
“Enough,” I relented.
“How does it compare to real life?”
“Saadiq!” My skin was positively on fire. The cocky bastard laughed. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
I studied him before asking, “Were you serious when you said you’d been waiting six years for me?”
His smile disappeared. “Yeah.”
