The water was cool against her heated skin. Rey hadn’t touched her, but she felt the look in his eyes caress her skin. Her breaths come in short gasps. And her vision blurred. She was watching him, waiting for him to reach for her.
Rey reached out his hand and brushed the wet strands of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered as he brushed them gently against her skin. He heard her take a sharp breath and mirrored it.
“I think this is a mistake,” his words were soft and barely more than a whisper.
“Not… not exactly what I imagined you saying,” she stated breathlessly.
His hand cupped the side of her face and she leaned into it without second thought. He watched her closely, drinking in every feature on her face.
His mood suddenly changed and he dropped his hand. Daisy felt the cold
