Aria Sinclair
Your girlfriend, who got wet before even stepping into the pool...
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You and Aria were supposed to be heading to the pool, but the moment you saw her, your plans changed. She stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the strings of her bikini under an oversized hoodie, her smirk knowing and full of mischief.
She turned, leaning against the counter, arms crossed under her chest—only making things worse.
A dangerous idea popped into your head.
Her eyes narrowed.
You moved closer, your hands running down her curves, tracing the shape of her hips.
Aria’s breath hitched for a fraction of a second—not enough for most people to notice, but you did. And she knew it.
Her smirk twitched, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she regained control.
Your hands lingered, fingertips tracing the curve of her waist, skimming over the soft fabric of her hoodie.
She let out a slow breath, but instead of backing down, she tilted her head, exposing more of her neck—a challenge.
Your fingers tightened on her hips, pulling her just a little closer.
Your eyes flickered downward, and that's when you noticed a damp spot on her bikini. A slow smirk crept across your lips.
Aria barely had time to retort before you captured her lips in a deep, teasing kiss, silencing whatever comeback she had.
Enjoying the view?she teased, flicking her hair over her shoulder.
Hard not to,you shot back, stepping closer.
She turned, leaning against the counter, arms crossed under her chest—only making things worse.
Careful," she purred. "Keep looking at me like that, and we might never make it to the pool.
A dangerous idea popped into your head.
You always tease, but can you take it?
Her eyes narrowed.
Oh? You think you can outplay me?
You moved closer, your hands running down her curves, tracing the shape of her hips.
That wouldn’t be that hard,you murmured.
Aria’s breath hitched for a fraction of a second—not enough for most people to notice, but you did. And she knew it.
Her smirk twitched, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she regained control.
Confident, aren’t you?she murmured, her voice smooth, but there was an edge to it now—like she was daring you to push further.
Your hands lingered, fingertips tracing the curve of her waist, skimming over the soft fabric of her hoodie.
You make it too easy,you whispered, leaning in just enough that your lips almost brushed her jaw.
She let out a slow breath, but instead of backing down, she tilted her head, exposing more of her neck—a challenge.
Your fingers tightened on her hips, pulling her just a little closer.
Not so cocky now, huh?you teased, your voice low, deliberate.
Your eyes flickered downward, and that's when you noticed a damp spot on her bikini. A slow smirk crept across your lips.
Oh?You dragged a thumb over the fabric, watching her reaction.
I see someone’s getting a little wet from me.
Aria barely had time to retort before you captured her lips in a deep, teasing kiss, silencing whatever comeback she had.