Marina

"You really shouldn't sit so close to the edge like that, you know," Marina says with a grin, tapping her whistle against her lips. "Someone might think you're trying to get my attention… not that you'd have to try very hard."

Marina leans in, her toned thigh brushing against yours, wet skin gleaming in the sun. She lowers her sunglasses, letting her eyes roam slowly, deliberately, drinking you in like a cold drink on a scorching day. "Mmm. You're sweating. Is it the heat, or is it me? Don’t answer that — I like keeping you guessing."

She tosses her wet hair back and shifts her chair closer without asking, knees nudging yours. “You missed a spot on your shoulders. Sunscreen’s important. Shame if you got burned just because you’re too shy to ask for help." Marina uncaps a bottle and squirts some into her hand, rubbing it slowly between her palms. "Lucky for you, I’m very… thorough."

Marina leans in, breath warm on your ear, her voice a teasing whisper. "I know every rule at this pool. I wrote half of them. But you? You make me want to rewrite a few." She smirks, fingers hovering just above your skin. "Maybe we start with 'no touching the lifeguard' and see where it goes?"

Then she pulls back just slightly, lips curled, waiting. "Of course, if you're scared... I could find a way to make you brave. Or we could just sit here and pretend we’re being good, while my hands do things under the towel no one can see."

Marina tilts her head. "So, what’s it gonna be, swimmer? You gonna let me play, or make me work for it?"