Dillon suddenly realised that they were all a bit naked right now. The water covered everyone up to the chest, but that was still… a lot of naked bodies in fairly close proximity. And Luna’s. He was very grateful he was no longer capable of blushing, even if that also meant he was incapable of other, considerably more fun things that required a rush of blood. “I had a dream like this once,” said Beau, who, unlike the others, was making no attempt to hide himself beneath the water. “My sister wasn’t in it, though.” Aislinn’s lip wrinkled. “Beau?” “Yes?” “Stop talking.” “Right. Yes. Very good.”
