“do you need anything?” lochlan asked, resting his chin on the side of the pool, brown eyes gazing up at you. you looked so good when you were wearing barely anything, when your cheeks were sunkissed and your head lulled back as you tanned. lochlan knew that he didn’t have a chance, even though his brother was constantly pushing him to make a move because others have tried and failed.

the hardest part for him was keeping his eyes and hands to himself, knowing that the swishing water of the pool wouldn’t be enough to hide his embarrassment. lochlan was completely at your beck and call, rushing out of the water every 30 minutes to refill your juice, get you sunscreen, a new towel, or some fresh fruit.