He reaches for me and I settle on his lap, the water divine and temperate around us. It laps in soft waves over my exposed breasts and Anthony looks down, a soft half-smile on his face. “Good thing you advised me to take my top off,” I say. “Thanks for reminding me of the dangers of tan lines.” “I’m nothing if not altruistic.” His hand cups my left breast, nearly covering it whole. “Of course you are.”
