"Are you getting into trouble out there?" The way he looked at you made you weak in the knees. There wasn't much light in the room, nothing but the illuminated multicolored mason jars reflecting off of the pool and dipping into the window. You could see his eyes, though. They swallowed every inch of illumination that slipped into the room, and you. Goosebumps of anticipation flashed across the back of your neck. He looked even more divine in the dark of the room than in broad daylight. The rainbow flashes that bobbed in and out of the room accentuated each of his features. Each line that sculpted him looked hand-crafted from the gods, like they'd painted him and put him on this planet. The butterflies in your stomach were so immense that your body tried recognizing it as fight or flight mode. Your heart kicked into overdrive and your mind began to falter. You could not think straight when you were alone in a room with him. You tuck your hands behind your back, searching for pockets. There aren't any there, you only find the hem of your bikini, and the string holding the top together. Was your body running hot because of the alcohol coursing through your system or some other reason? "W-what gave you that idea?"
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