"I'm worn out," I groaned, laying on the floor next to the pool watching Max float on his back, staring at the ceiling. He had me go fifteen times across the pool. I'm so tired and the sun is officially gone from the sky, "are you coming? I need to see if Andre's still up. I'm not going to just barge in without you, that's kind of weird."
"Alright, damn, I'm coming," he grumbled, sinking to his feet and exiting the water. I got off the ground and he scanned me over with a low whistle, clicking his tongue afterward, "erm, well, I think we should see about giving you a dry shirt before anything else."
I instinctively looked down at myself, seeing that the shirt was hugging every detail of my body. My n*****s were hard which drew attention to them and the shirt looked painted on me. I'd agr
