“I hated thinking about you with him,” he says, and I swear my heart stops. “Why? You’re the one who told me—” “I know. Calm down. I just...never mind.” He swims across the pool, and I watch his bare back glide through the water as my blood pumps furiously through my veins. When his head pops up, I push him for answers. “What were you going to say?” I ask. He flips his wet hair back out of his face, and my eyes trail to the muscles of his arms and chest. “Nothing,” he says. “Just that...something about it turned me on.”
