*Harper*
I kissed him! And he was half-naked, standing there in his towel! I was trying not to be too obvious about looking down.
What was I even thinking!? Oliver had pulled me from the pool; he'd saved me. Was it just gratitude?
When I pulled back, I saw how shocked he was. I imagined that my own shock reflected his.
“I'm sorry," I said.
I tried to stand up but Oliver tightened his grip on my arm. He pulled me again gently, and I pitched forward, right back into his lap.
But this time, I was facing Oliver, straddling him, my legs bent on either side of his. Somehow his towel stayed shut; I wished it would fall off.
My chest and stomach pressed against him. Oliver's hands slid down my sides until he was cupping them around my butt.
“Wh-what are you d-doing?" I stuttered slig
