C86 No One Else Matters

“Please,” he scoffed, flicking his fingers at the surface, sending a small wave toward her. “If I wanted a storm, you’d already be underwater.”

She stared at him for a second before suddenly lunging forward.

Water crashed between them as Cleopatra shoved him beneath the surface.

Spencer’s muffled protest bubbled up through the pool before he shot back up, hair plastered across his forehead