When he broke from the surface, wiping the water from his face, she was standing in the arched doorway. He went still at the smokiness in her eyes. Slowly, Yrene undid the laces down the front of that pale purple gown. Let it ripple to the floor, along with her undergarments. His mouth turned dry as she kept her eyes upon him, hips swishing with every step she took to the pool.
