Mirabelle shuddered as fingers traced her ribs under the cool water. She quickly turned around and swatted Theodore’s hand away. “I said no touching,” she reminded him with a stern look.
Unfortunately, it fell on deaf ears. Theodore only chuckled, pulled away from her, then ducked under the water and re-emerged on her other side to restart his touches.
Huffing, Mirabelle pushed away from the edge of the pool and began a lazy stroke across the water to the other side. Behind her, she heard Theodore chuckle, and then the sound of more powerful strokes, and knew he was coming after her.
Really, she thought, she should have known better than to agree to meet him for a swim. This was the third ‘date’ he had convinced her to go out on since their dinner a week ago.
After Theodore’s kiss to
